With You even forgot, ignoring does not succeed;
Even forgotten, one cannot ignore.
Within mind You lie hidden;
You have made anxious.
Your life-giving bamboo flute,
Mundanity it makes me indifferent to.
Even not viewing, I still love You;
In mind and heart I get swung.
Often I think I will forget–
Regarding You no more I'll recollect,
From mind I will expunge Yourself;
But I cannot... what is Your cosmic sport–
What is this vital secret You permitted?
To remain alone You did not accord.
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Lonesome You won't let me be.
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