"My child,
Are you not tired
Of your marathon-complaints?"

My Lord, why?
Why should I be?
If You can enjoy
Your infinite Peace and Bliss
All by Yourself
While torturing me,
My heart,
And even my breath,
Why should I remain silent?

But, my Lord, if You are tired,
Then I can show You
My unsolicited compassion.
And to-morrow,
At our mutual leisure time,
I can drive my complaint-train
And give You
A longer than the longest ride!