(669) Prabhu he mama tomari sama
Oh my Lord, like unto You,
None I see nor do I conceive.
Loving me and for my sake only,
So much pain You have removed.
When nights are stormy, You've made me fearless;
When hard rains fall, You've given me shelter.
Volcanoes may spit out their burning red fire;
Lush sweetness of rich greenery You provide.
I have forgotten You time and again,
And yet You've brought me back to the path.
On this enchanted, crimson-hued morning,
You gave me new life and granted fresh zeal.
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In His respect, thank-you is not enough.
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