(98) Shiit asiyache sathe aniyache
Winter has come and brought with it
A colored flower's portrait...
A flower without scent and without wine,
A sun with scant sunshine.
When sun was near, I used to think,
I cannot bear such extreme heat...
Oh Wrathful Lord, please show mercy,
Granting my desire for rain.
When sun was near, then clime was fair...
This is what I think today.
Listen all my cousins, hear me please,
The sun that's distant will come near...
Have no worry, do not fear.
In Earth's winter with hope's paean,
We sketch a picture of change.
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He graces us with adversity, and we yearn for a better world. Will that faint image become real? In what respect will things be changed?
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