Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Tough love

(67)  Tari patha pane man chute jay

My attention flows ineluctably toward His pathway;
Oh my eyes remain fixed on His pathway.

On account of Him, my heart is overwhelmed;
Oh I remain abstracted on account of Him.

Today, my bed, it is a bed of thorns;
Before my eyes is the disgrace of defeat.
My attire, it is a lackluster raiment;
Oh where to stow my sorrow?

He loves me so much, and yet He does not come.
Oh how is He thoroughly both tender and severe?

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