Ye! Why art thou unmindful of thy flock?

Grazing in my meadows till sundown.

I am sorry to thee my noble friend,

My love for the Creator veils my eyes.

God! I yearn to comb thy hair, feed thee milk,

Thou must reply- how can I serve my love?

A mocking laugh echoed through the meadow,

My fellow! Fear God for this blasphemy,

Spare the sins of such polluting words.

Sobbing asked he, leading his flock away,

Does He only heed prayers of the wise?

Then I relinquish my love at his feet.

A new vision dawned; the shepherd choked

He loves thee who knows no worship or praise.