I am not blind

(3358) Tumi amay bhalo baso, bujheo ami ta bujhi na

Myself You hold dear;
Even having grasped, that I fathom not.
Neath a crimson light You smile sweetly;
Even having seen, at any time I see it not.

On nights of gloom light's stanchion
To show me the path You are.
At morn, like a fall of splendor,
You go on singing, but that too I hear not.

The messenger of only novelty,
You are never obsolete.
In thought's realm, glittering,
Though knowing You, why do I know not?

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