Yourself I had been forgetting,
For how many lifetimes I know not,
Even just to count them, I cannot.
Why did You not rid the blunder;
Won't You say it in a whisper?
How much light of day has passed;
How much black of night has overcast?
How many suns, having sunk,
How many moonbeams did come?
Abiding Friend, You know everything;
And You entice everyone with lovestrings.
So why then, after taking me,
The making of diverting sports?
For how many lifetimes I know not,
Even just to count them, I cannot.
Why did You not rid the blunder;
Won't You say it in a whisper?
How much light of day has passed;
How much black of night has overcast?
How many suns, having sunk,
How many moonbeams did come?
Abiding Friend, You know everything;
And You entice everyone with lovestrings.
So why then, after taking me,
The making of diverting sports?
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Why did I get distracted; why did You allow it? In fact, why did You make it happen; and how much was Your grace while I slept?
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