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.