Staring into the blue,
She stood waiting for You.
She couldn't blink even once,
For She can miss the chance.
I wish to know how She could feel,
Without looking into Your eyes,
Without serving thy sweet lotus feet.
I wish to know the pain and sorrow,
That She felt in separation from You;
And that I wish to borrow,
Just a drop of pain;
But I'm far away from the absolute truth.
Alas! I don't feel love for You,
I feel nothing!
I don't even work for You,
I do nothing!
Instead, I just keep staring into the blue,
Not as same as She stood waiting for You.
You're the one for me I know,
O Krsna, its just I'm not yet greedy for You.
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Lālasāmayī
Şiir"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...
