Make Me Mad with Thy Love

O Mother, make me mad with Thy love!

What need have I of knowledge or reason?

Make me drunk with Thy love's wine;

O Thou who stealest Thy bhaktas' hearts,

Drown me deep in the Sea of Thy love!

Here in this world, this madhouse of Thine,

Some laugh, some weep, some dance for joy;

Jesus, Buddha, Moses, Gauranga,

All are drunk with the wine of Thy love.

O Mother, when shall I be blessed

By joining their blissful company?

As sung by

Narendra