My Lost Ways

Where roads are made, I lost my ways;

When you will come near to me, Love;

Awaiting in my own solitary hut of love,

 Eagerly, with sharpened ears, I sat to hear,

Your celestial songs of passion, devotion;

In the deep ocean, in the blue sky,

Amidst rain clouds, along the river edges;

There is no line of a track of your feet;

The pathway is hidden by the bird's feathers;

By the withered petals of the seasons;

And I ask my heart if its blood carries,

Wisdom of the unseen ways, its songs!

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI