Come what may

(846)  Ami tomakei niye achi go

Lord, I follow You only;
Toward Your face I gaze.
Like lotus I unfold with the rays of morning;
I sing out in refrains of a nightingale.^[1]

In my private garden home
There's a seat for You alone.
With my restless swarm of bees
Circling round about Thee,
Of nothing else do I think;
With delight I keep on dancing.

When impending thunderbolts and meteors
Fall down on me from above,
When raging hurricanes and tempests
Render me as if homeless,
On those dark days, I do not vacillate;
With Your music and Your love, I give chase.

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