(1024) Tumi amay bhalo besechile, besechile paran dhele
You had cherished me,
Cherished me profusely.
I had been in a pit of darkness;
Onto light's chariot You did lift.
Like the dead I had been subsisting;
I'd wasted time in idle deeds.
Day and night, just brooding was I:
"Would You come before I die?"
At long last, finally You came;
All my weariness You washed away.
Illuminating my mind, You said:
"You got Me; no need to fret!"
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Our darkest hour is often just before dawn.
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