Every day

(1168)  Amar e gan divase nishiithe

Day and night, this my song
I've composed for You, my Lord.
With music's language, my life's basket
I have kept arranged in layers.

To my fore the light has smiled;
Your sweetness is what's left behind.
Ambrosial rows of blooms and leaves,
Just Your story they tell to me.

The air has come with touch that's sweet,
Your tale only to tell happily.
Unending is Your love-honey;
It's been dispensed unstintingly.

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