I worship you with splendour.  
And in that pretext, I forget you.  
   
Flower garlands, oil lamps, incense smoke –
They shield you from me.  
My earnest chants send you farther away.  
   
I lay out all this to feel you.  
My eyes long for your face.  
And yet,  
Through my ornate offerings,  
You move away, away.  
   
Why bother? I ask.  
Why visit the temple?  
I clear a small corner of my soul.  
I wash it with my pure love.  
In silence  
Eyes closed  
I call for you –
   
And simply you come.