If You were to look at me

(2063)  Tava asa patha cahiya

Gazing at Your path of advent,
I am sitting, counting, counting days.
Floating on a wind that's diffident,
I go on contemplating Your traits.

Your active nature, it cannot be fathomed;
Though You've been evident, what is Your manner!
You don't grant embrace, and such is Your ethic:
You don't even look at my face.

I keep hearing tales of Your loving kinship;
But at time of action, I see the opposite.
Fondness, does even one person call it...
A rock motionless (like You) on an esplanade?

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