Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Yearning till it hurts

(897)  Tumi bhalobaso bhalobasite jano

You love and know how to love;
Why do You make such cruel sport?
I know You as my Lord and Master;
Why then do my eyes cry nonetheless?

The day breaks upon Eastern Mountain,[1]
And painted crimson is the horizon.
This my night, this dark night,
Why don't You fill it with that light?

When moon's splendor brightly glistens,
Blue sky teeters on the brink of ideation.[2]
In my heart-sky, with similar divine debut,
Hold out love's lantern... why don't You?

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1 comment:

  1. Can we ever understand this cosmic romance? And does that even matter?