Listen to me O heart,
Have you seen my dear Lord?
He says He is hiding inside,
But why you say He is far aside?
Maybe I did some deeds so blue,
To me, that's why you speak untrue,
By forcing up the fog in front of my eyes,
To me, why do you speak such lies?
So fortunate you are,
O dear heart,
Because you get to be near to my dear Lord,
But why do you bereft me of His divine lotus Feet,
And His transcendental voice so sweet.
Standing inside this mud around me,
I begging you again you see,
Please remove this wall so opaque,
Please remove this wall so fake?
I yearn to cry on His Feet,
I yearn to run after Him around the street,
I yearn to sing and dance,
I yearn to meet His glance.
O dear heart,
Please hear my words,
Why do you hide Him inside those walls?
Why do you stand so tall?
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Lālasāmayī
Poetry"Lālasāmayī - desiring some perfectional stage. This desiring some perfectional stage in spiritual life is not sense gratification. When one realizes something of his/her constitutional relationship with God, he/she understands his/her original posi...
