It serves His divine purpose

(1570)  Kar katha sada bhavo sunayana

Fair-eyed maiden, of Whom do you think always?
Toward Whose arrival path are your eyes kept trained?
Who is that mind-thief Who, robbing you, has taken,
Taken your heart, so distant having stayed.

There is nothing, nothing that you crave;
Ever you have wished to give yourself away.
What you have wanted, just that has taken shape;
He has made off with, to some other place.

Today, you go about, singing your story,
So that a piece of remote heart is mixed there.
The load of yon heart, the soul's fiddle-string,
On tears it does float, from sphere to sphere.

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