However much I long for You,
I keep wondering what a game of Yours this is.

My movement never comes to an end.
In the flow of the stream,
I continue floating,
eventually reaching the sea.
And yet, there too, I do not find an end.
Wave after wave overwhelms me.

What an endless game of Yours is this?
Like straw in a storm,
I float from place to place.
And at the end,
I am overcome with fatigue.

This agony of mine please excuse.
Understand my silent pain.

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My wanting You,
does not pause.
What a game of Yours is this?
My movement never comes to an end.

In the flow of the stream I continue floating,
and at the end, I attain the sea.
And yet, there also I do not find the end,
waves after waves are coming before me.

What an endless game of Yours is this?
Like a straw caught in a storm
I go on floating from place to place.
And in the end, even fatigue comes.

This agony of mine please excuse,
understand my silent pain.