Oh, ye azure skies, the boundless stretch of the stars! Is god, who has showered gloom and misery on us earthlings, still out there?

Swirling his silver staff and flapping his gleaming milky beard, in the celestial-bead strewn pathways, doth he go strolling? Is god tarrying thus? Here tears have swelled into oceans, and it is long since we have seen him.

Stirring out all our flowers and kindling out all our yearnings, with lighted camphor lamps, do we stand waiting. Is he mindful of us? Doth he heed these who await him? Here tears have swelled into oceans, and it is long since we have seen him.