(845) Aji badal ghana gahan rate
Tonight the rain-clouds are heavy;
Sleep falls not upon my eyelids.
Lord, why do You stay silent...
Won't You speak with me?
Your ankle bells ring out inside my mind
And fill my heart with melodic strains.
Please come to me dressed in august attire
So that my wretchedness will not remain.
Like the honeybee inside a blossom
Please keep Yourself close by my side,
Oh my nearest, dearest Intimate One,
On this stormy night, drowsiness-deprived.
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In times of trouble, eyes turn toward Him.
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