Before You Lose Me

My beloved,
when you were a bamboo shoot just pushing up through the soil,
“Why don’t I grow like that bamboo?”
you complained.
When you had grown as tall as the bamboo,
“Why doesn’t a wind blow to cool me?”
you complained.
When I sent a wind to cool you,
“Why don’t you send me rain?”
you complained.
I give you all that you want,
yet in the end you are complaining again.
There is nothing more I can do for you,
and so I am about to leave you.
Before you lose me, look at yourself, doing nothing but complain.