O Lord, I love You, but whether You love me or not, I do not know. The smile of moon and
the moonlight say that You cannot come into folds by knowledge. In the scriptures Your
details are there and in various pilgrim places, Your stories are there. In the
philosophies, descriptions about You is made. Yet with them my mind is not satiated. I go
on wandering in the cycle of actions, counting stars in the dark nights. Having lost
knowledge, actions and devotion, I think that You do not love me.