(29) Amay chotta ekti man diyecho
You've given me a mind that's small,
Storing so much hope in it.
And yet You call me from the stars
Amid the clouds, rift after rift.
With scent of earth and leaves on trees,
With yon blue sky and river-streams,
Entangled have I fallen
Into countless binding rings.
I know, my Friend, quite near You stay;
So why call me from far away?
Is there a way for me to gaze
At Thee, my Lord, please say.
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