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If You do not come nearer and clasp my hand
How will I walk along the road?
How will You bear it if I am carried away
By the flood coursing through the impenetrable mountain?
I know, I know Your heart
Suffers my pangs.
If not, no concern have I
For my own life .[29]
 

In the dark and dense night,
You cast Your benign Eyes upon me.
Take me and make me Your very own,
Offering Your Compassion.
I am Your innocent child.
Alone do I walk on a thick, dense path.
With Your two Arms, embrace me.
Allow me not to be drowned and washed away
By the turbulent currents of life.[30]

The lover and the Beloved, the child and the Father, sport together through the created universe. Their game of hide-and-seek alternately yields experiences of loss and gain, joy and sorrow, union and separation. The seeker lives in the hope of meeting with his Beloved but the thrill of the game itself brings him intense delight: