If only You had made me madly devoted to You. Why did You make me sensible and wise, when it would have been better not to make me so?

Here, the poet shares an intimate and tender complaint with the Divine or the beloved. While reason and intellect trap us in doubt, calculation, and worldly worries, the madness of love brings the liberation of complete surrender. The poet yearns to be freed from the heavy burden of wisdom, wishing instead to be lost entirely in the sweet ecstasy of devotion.