With me, this worldly creature,
You have gone on making liila.
It cannot be fathomed, hey Sportive One,
What sort of pleasure You've derived from it.
To the bud You have given only nectar,
Inside both the bloom and mind.
But Callous Friend, a desert's crackle,
You have given my heart to ignite.
Tell me please: In the flow of divine game,
Why have You stayed so far away?
My wish is not to understand You;
I don't call in hope of any acquisition.
I want but to see that, thoroughly diffuse,
You have taken and made me Yours.
You have gone on making liila.
It cannot be fathomed, hey Sportive One,
What sort of pleasure You've derived from it.
To the bud You have given only nectar,
Inside both the bloom and mind.
But Callous Friend, a desert's crackle,
You have given my heart to ignite.
Tell me please: In the flow of divine game,
Why have You stayed so far away?
My wish is not to understand You;
I don't call in hope of any acquisition.
I want but to see that, thoroughly diffuse,
You have taken and made me Yours.
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Let the ashes of my heart assimilate with Thee.
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