I think my heart could've have a concrete wall,
Between me and You my Lord,
Otherwise this soul so finite, so small,
Wouldn't still be on this material board,
So big and tall.
Misfortune lies every way I go,
East or west, I just end up in circles,
At times I feel like I can see You my Lord,
But I end up going with the material flow.
Why my heart is still not faithful?
Why is it still tied on the ceiling as if a pot full of butter?
Why didn't I let You take me away?
Why did I let myself shatter?
Why didn't I decide to have a divine association with You?
Was my desire to churn and burn greater than Your association?
Why didn't I let You steal it away, as always?
Why didn't let my tear fall, as always?
Why didn't I break that concrete wall?
Why am I not afraid of the fall?
Why don't I desire for Your eternal and transcendental embrace?
Why don't I remember the sweetness of Your Lotus feet so delicate and flawless?
Why do I let myself fall away?
The Chant is Your association.
But why don't I pine to always stay,
With You in Your divine name?
All I know is between me and You,
There is a certain long forgotten bond,
That You're keen to awaken up,
But I always seem to ignore Your divine song,
When will I wake up from this dream?
Which is like a virtual ocean of falsehood,
And I'm in a boat, searching for Your love in things of dead,
But now I know, nothing ever compares the grace,
The long loving eternity of embrace,
With the matter so dead;
As between me and You,
There's a long forgotten fondness,
But when will I be awake,
To actually see Your divine grace?