Myself abandoned, by what means
Are You, oh Lord, remote from me?
Full of tears these eyes of mine,
For a moment, do they not cause grief?
Day concludes, evening draws nigh;
Age after age, it transpires.
A flower blooms, then to earth it falls and lies,
Inside the gloomy house of my mental agony.
My desire is not excessive;
Just the one tune getting practiced.
In that very melody is sung a hymn,
Upon the dust of Your feet.
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For Your return, how long must I wait?
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