Darling, myself You've forgotten.
There are many loving You still more;
A petty 'I' You have sounded.
My Dear, no intellect, patience, or strength have I;
There is no stored-up fruit of samskara benign.
Salty water from pain-wet eyes...
Is that why far away You've retreated?
I am Your place-of-worship's earthen lamp,
In trembling breast, asway like half-blown kadam.
The ruby dot upon a forehead sweat-dabbed
You have forgotten; You've done well.
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By my crying I've only spoiled Your water.
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