The Merit of Several Lifetimes

 
 So much chaos unfolds in this world every day, yet why must all accounts come due in my name alone?
 Why shouldn't I have the person I love? 
 It's such a small thing to ask for—why must I be denied everything?
 What kind of life is this, one that passes only in want?
  
 Perhaps you should look ahead,
 while I remain fallen behind?
 I have no space left to run,
 perhaps I should simply stay here, waiting?
  
 You are beautiful, so I keep looking, beloved...
 No, it's nothing like that at all.
  
 Whether you are very beautiful...
 or very plain...
 in my fondness, in my love...
 it makes no difference whatsoever.
  
 I like you, I love you, so I keep looking.
 I accept that wanting you is forbidden. Perhaps because I cannot want, I look this way.
  
 With visible eyes...
 I see the invisible.
 Alas!
  
 To be able to gaze at you—this is the fruit of my good deeds across lifetimes!