In which past was I introduced to You?

I forgot its date and pleasing memory,
and yet, I wonder, can it ever be forgotten?

Hundreds of trumpets sound on Your victory journey.
From a distance, they vibrate in combination.
I want to go but am unable to do so.
This smallness of mine is a great handicap.

I consider You great and myself but a meagre.
This is Your divine game with a small entity.
Exchanging Your heart with mine,
our introduction took place.