Even after seeing You,
I am unable to recognise You.

I look at You beyond what is known and heard,
and find that I really do not know anything.

I remain awake for You.
Apply Your dark mark of beauty onto my eyes.

Through and in spite of this intensely illusive maya,
I see Your game.

The toy is there,
and so are You.
I have likewise been brought to this earth by You
(and for You to play with).

You keep the absolute truth covered.
Why You do this, I cannot understand.