With stoic mind on pitch-dark nights,
Why does it happen to be…
Oft and again, when time stands still,
My soul longs for the unrevealed.
Where are You; where do You stay hidden?
I am searching through the seven worlds.[1]
Deeply afflicted, tears flowing,
My heart yearns to find Thee.
The ocean of light, the mire of gloom—
Thoroughly I seek in every direction.
You've remained, that I assume;
But I can't hold You in apperception.
Nearest and dearest of my life,
Why this game of hide-and-seek with me,
Coming and standing in front with a smile,
Beyond the sea of suffering?
Why does it happen to be…
Oft and again, when time stands still,
My soul longs for the unrevealed.
Where are You; where do You stay hidden?
I am searching through the seven worlds.[1]
Deeply afflicted, tears flowing,
My heart yearns to find Thee.
The ocean of light, the mire of gloom—
Thoroughly I seek in every direction.
You've remained, that I assume;
But I can't hold You in apperception.
Nearest and dearest of my life,
Why this game of hide-and-seek with me,
Coming and standing in front with a smile,
Beyond the sea of suffering?
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Intellectual knowledge cannot satisfy heart's longing.
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