The cosmic mystery

(140)  Acho kabariiveniite kalo dor haye

You are in the chignon under ribbon black,
Like ebony woven into black!
You are in the kohl on eyes and in forehead's bindi;
You are close, but I don't see.
Strange is this liila, a game of hide-and-seek;
Why it is like that, I cannot conceive!

My happiness is unending;
I got You so near.
To be reft, bereaved... ever I get fear;
Why I get so, I don't know.
When I think I won't fret, I fret all the more;
Why I worry, that I just don't know.

Alert, I have waited throughout the ages,
Flame of my life ignited,
Wings of my mind outspread.
Lo, having come You stand before me smiling,
Reposing Your honeyed feet,
Resting Your rosy feet.

You are in the chignon under ribbon black,
Like ebony woven into black!
In the black mark^[1] on my forehead
And in every pore of mine, You are wed.

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