(502) Diner shese ghumer deshe
At end of day within the realm of sleep,
In a courtyard filled with light,
Everyone seeking a silent greeting,
You touched me with a heavy hand.
When there was no effulgence,
Then You alone were there...
Good or bad, no one else,
No one sentient but Thee.
Oh Lord, one and the same Who was,
You are and will stay in all things dark-faced.[1]
When dark's heart was pierced
And the spew of gloom undone,
Only You were there to see;
So only You could we salute.
Transcending what we speak or think,
You go on traversing Your very own way.
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His blissful touch may come light as a feather or heavy as a ton of bricks.
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