I went to search You, but found You not, where had You, my God? The whole day passed it in hectic activity, but found it not.
I took to the paths long and time-taking, but found it not what I seemed to be searching.
Now at day-end I think of returning, I think of where have I moved to, how the paths longer and never-ending?
Now coming to here, think I of my, my return, You my path, path as find I it nowhere to go, none my own here in this busy place of activity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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