Lālasāmayī

Between me and You

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 in 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?