Your Name is my supplies; I will take it with me and set out
Your Name is the ice-cream to my cone,
The chill of sweat to my bone,
Your name will emancipate me,
It is the divine sandalwood tree,
Your name is the path I choose,
The journey that seems so far from a cruise,
Your name is the answer to life,
Husband Lord let me be your wife,
Your name is formless, without fear without hate,
The One my tongue must focus on and meditate,
Your name is the dye,
You decide when I cry,
Your name is the ultimate giver,
Prevents me from drowning in this intoxicating river,
Your name is the employer,
The creator, sustainer, destroyer.
Your Name is my supplies; I will take it with me and set out.
