I can only catch a glimpse of you, once in a while – Why not incessantly? Why do clouds cover up the clear sky of my mind – And obstruct my vision of You? In transient shafts of light – Between blinks – Whenever I get to see you, I fear that I would lose sight of you yet again. Tell me, what do I need to do, to be worthy of you? To be able to see you whenever, forever? Where, my Lord, would I get such overflowing love – To be able to hold you — still — within my heart? I do not want to look at anyone else – I commit to you my last remaining breath. If you so wish, I shall cease all further thought of sustenance To which you are not central.
Translations, layout, and photography copyright © 2013 Sramana Mitra and William Carter