O my Lord

I think You know that I love only You,

although I pretend to love other people and things.

I think You know that when I am sad

it’s because I feel separated from You,

although if I am asked

I would give other reasons.

When I cry, it’s always because of missing You,

although my tears carry other names.

 

I think You also know

that I am only looking for You,

although I seem to be looking for other persons and things.

 

Yes, I am a divided soul,

searching for something in the east,

while going west.

I am a helpless soul,

forced by some other agent long ago

to play the double life of a devotee and a cheater.

 

But do You know why I am writing You this?

It’s because I want your special mercy.

Don’t believe my acts,

don’t trust my words,

but look deep into my heart

and You will see Your own beautiful image.