Why can't I remember Thee?

(3154)  Manke niye eki liila

With the mind such a sport
You have gone on making every moment.
"The mind, it's mine", with this same thought,
Night and day I am in existential torment.

This mind of mine is Your award;
Your merit alone is the source of these notions.
Having gone to stay, Yourself forgotten,
In life I'm insensate, matter-mingled.

Within You is language, on You is ideation;
For Your sake only are the tears and laughter.
Your song is the song celestial;
Let the nectar emanate in secret.

Sarkarverse article
Audio recording