The poet is fully contented, offers his entire possessions at the feet of God, in an act of final and total surrenders. As the stream flows into the sea, the poet’s songs will merge with the Eternal. Like cranes resting in their nests, he will rest in his eternal home.
In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.
LIke a rain – cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee.
Let all my songs gather together their divers strains into a single current and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee.
Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to their mountain nests let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home in one salutation to thee.