The Lure of the Tryst

What have I done with you? The day I found you in my heart's secret garden, that heart-breaking anguish was fate's gift to me. The Creator had strung my life only on threads of torment.

When I cast a new gaze upon life's conscious realm, what did I see? Nothing but endless desert all around! Day after day as I spent time with you, didn't I suddenly lose my way again and again? In hopes of bringing you joy, didn't I search for oases even in that wasteland? What came of it? Oh, what came of it all?

The dearest part of me—that very self loves you! So that self has called its beloved you to come. My self has made you even more helpless. This pursuit of truth has made my lost soul even more bewildered!

Cruel in the guise of beloved... yet still I wait only for that one! To you I have given myself, making myself utterly destitute—in the delusion of a lonely heart finding companionship! What harsh truth this is! But do you know? Still I am happy, having sold my entire being into your intimacy—today I feel such joy!

Society—humanity's most merciless creation!

Whoever touches fire burns to death; whoever leaps into the ocean drowns.—Who can become pure gold? How many are blessed to find precious gems?
Misfortune's jeweled necklace is strung on broken thread.—This is the world's eternal law!
Fool that I am... yet why do I stand at the window? Has today's cloudy monsoon wind made me even more desolate? The boundless burden of helplessness has grown heavier today—but waiting for whom?

"Like a demon it has stolen everything from you... stripped you bare of all wealth; in return it has added yet more loads of pain to your endless suffering! This is your gain! And still you want it?"

What strange way is this of nature's? So irrepressible... so inevitable! Why should nature's wild horse allow me to heed those words of the mind?

Day passes, night comes. Meanwhile, endless hope keeps you alive with the lure of that tryst!

That's why I say—though humans understand everything, they love sorrow! They want suffering... only suffering! They lovingly embrace and welcome sorrow! What kind of love is this, whose gift is pain and whose end is tears! It matters to no one.

When clouds strike against mountains they fall as rain—this natural course is the cloud's destiny. And human life drifts away in blows and counter-blows—this is the ultimate truth. In between, love carries life even farther away... forever beyond the horizon of sight!