Not a fair trade

(1566)  Bholo na amare tumi

Thou, You don't forget me,
But I go on forgetting Thee.
I do not fail to take Your gift;
I keep neglecting to give first.

On glitter of good cheer's light-beams,
Yourself I do not happen to see.
But on my nights of sorrow, bitterly I weep,
Having asked You to relieve the grief.

In happiness a web of logic I create;
I say: No faith have I in future states.
To You, Providence, credence I don't pay;
But when in pain, I pray: Come right away!

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