Oh Beloved mine, my Long-Time Friend,
Remote why do You abide?
By swing-sport of the tal and tamal trees,[1]
A kohl of clouds You apply.
Above a forest niche having gazed,
Along with You I remain.
But to the abyss of existence, that gloom same,
Myself why do You invite?
So much lightning comes and then it leaves;
A light-flash tallies with a moment brief.
But tie in heart of You and me,
You preserve it for all time.
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Will I ever realize the mystery of life?
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