In my eye is there a sty?

(2495)  Sabakar se je ankhira tara

He Who is the pupil of everybody's eye,
Him I don't recognize, Him I don't realize.
Though He is nearby, I don't catch sight;
I don't understand, I don't see why.

Blind infatuation had enveloped me;
Bereft of rhythm, wept had the psyche.
To remove the gloom, to infuse cadence,
Him I invite– why did He not arrive?

To just His rhythm romps the universe entire;
Why myself alone, rhythm-free I'll abide?
With only His splendor planets and stars smile;
Why does He not look in the direction mine?

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