Caught in the wave of love and borne into the lover's presence

Caught in the wave of love and borne into the lover's presence.
My soul, as a maiden, with her lover finds joy, O Dadu Das.

Maiden and Lover are made one: for her the bridal bed is spread.
With her lover she tastes the sweets of love: Dadu how blest her lot.

O Dadu, the maiden with her body should render service to her Lord.
Inebriate with her lover's love, drinking deep of love's nectar.
O Dadu, the maid is perfect, perfect too the spouse.
From the union of perfections a perfect love flows forth.

The maid of surpassing brightness—surpassing bright her Lord.
Upon a bed of brightness, the festival they kept.
Lover and maid united know but one state of bliss.
Ever in her lover's arms, no one is so blest as she.
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Dadu Sahib
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