When we delight as He keeps us close and near
He sows anxiety in the heart, of separation sad;
When we despair and feel, His sport is our wail
He grants us in plenty laughter to split our sides.
He pricks our pride by well-timed jeers.
When we roam quite free at the boon,
‘Don’t fear,’ He heaps trouble on trouble and passes ‘silently by.’
We cannot turn away, nor forward proceed.
Thus He who is in Parthi holds the world in thrill;
Who at this time can solve for us His Mystery?
(SSS Vol.17, p. 179)