God, o God, I hear your sweet songs through eyes,
That give me ecstasy for being very near to you,
In the middle of the night, when I remember you,
Your songs wake me up and bring me out of slumber,
God, I cannot sleep in your separation;
Upon my face fall beams of moonlight that are...
...soaked in your perfumed tunes,
My passion for hearing your songs goes on surging up,
For new and newer tunes I hear coming from your lute;
God, I am your humble devotee, cut off from you,
I need your continued guidance for turning back to you,
Who else can guide me to you? God, would you tell me!
I long to hear your songs without pause with my heart's ear,
Or the world will see me dieing, singing the songs of separation;
Tell me, God, how to be in Your constant presence,
How can I roam in wilderness like a mendicant faqir?
Greedy for power and high position! And living on alms!
Let me live in your grand palace, or on its doorsteps,
Where no one lives except your being.
MyKoul
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