What for had You come; what for did You leave?
What for You departed, throwing love away?
In a shoot of grass on looking glass of psyche,
You decamped, a rosy hope having kept traced.
Not a thing You ever wanted;
Nothing You gave me to manage.
You had said: "Go on doing work today,
Far-off having cast despair."
With You have I remained, always do I stay;
Evening and morning, welfare I contemplate.
Take as known that You are my darling;
Getting me is not a hope that's vain.
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Lord, think of me as fruit that is low-hanging.
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