This boon I ask Thee

The more I study, I find how little I know,
The more I try to understand You,
The more incomprehensible You become.
So my Lord, I request Thee,
Don’t bewilder me with Thy illusion,
Grant me a boon so auspicious that,
I lose myself in Your true devotion.
Grant me a boon so auspicious that,
I don’t engage in useless speculations,
And make me immortal in a world that,
my love for You may find its perfection.
Don’t remain silent O Lord, so that,
People would say Your heart is made up of stones,
This wretched jabahar has put faith in You,
not since few decades, but for eons and eons.