With folded hands

(550)  Patha bhule jabe caliya esecho

When You've gotten lost and strayed,
Then kindly stay awhile at my place.
And if by chance You glance at me,
Then look my way meticulously.

Ages have elapsed and lifetimes passed;
Your silence, it has made me anxious.
Still, I've not let hope's flower wither;
Faithfully I've waited with palms folded.

In the sea of form, a flood has come;
A garland was adorned with mental buds.
The nectar in those buds, fruit it has borne
By Your holy touch, my dear, dear Lord.

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