On a day of happiness You did not appear;
To give a flower at graveside You arrived.
Upon a throne, You took no seat;
Rosy feet You did not wipe.
I have seen too many games,
In hundred shapes, in light and shade.
With flute at any time of day,
Matchless, You've kept calling from deep inside.
In surroundings brightly shining,
With that rapture full of knowing,
Psyche wants to go on mingling
With You by anxious drive.
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Oh Lord, why have You stayed out of touch?!
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