My love transcends all sense

(1564)  Je kabhu kache ase ni mor

He Who never approached me,
For His sake, eyes do weep.
He Who never spoke a thing,
Oh why have I held Him dear?

O'er sea and land, through outer space,
In hope of Him I roam apace...
But in my proximity, Him I don't attain;
On the strings of mind's lute He plays.

From a heart filled with yearning,
Having borne love-lacquered honey...
Itself again wretched making,
"When will I e'er find Him near?"

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