So near You had been, but You went far away;
You did go away.
In hope of Your advent, I had been waiting;
You did not appear.
The song that You composed and taught to me,
Not hearing it from my throat, You departed.
You thrilled the world with the lute-string,
But that string You were breaking.
Oh Callous One, with this divine game of Yours,
Both worldly and unworldly, scurrying they become.
Those who are with thought to get Your closeness,
Only they burn in the fire of separation.
You did go away.
In hope of Your advent, I had been waiting;
You did not appear.
The song that You composed and taught to me,
Not hearing it from my throat, You departed.
You thrilled the world with the lute-string,
But that string You were breaking.
Oh Callous One, with this divine game of Yours,
Both worldly and unworldly, scurrying they become.
Those who are with thought to get Your closeness,
Only they burn in the fire of separation.
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This game of Yours, to me it seems perverse.
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