The formless fluffy cloud
you pass through, and feel
that it is not of much substance
This formless mass of little substance
is the bearer of life-giving rain
in its absence all would be vain

Your Master's presence is not
a substance that you can touch in vain,
but for parched hearts,
in devotion, there is copious rain

Blessed are those who know
the nourishment of the Master's lap

Blessed are those who soak
in the shower of Grace