One day He will come

(1174)  Alaka lok hate e madhuvanete

From the realm celestial to this pleasure garden
His arrival in hope of, I count the moments.
On this lovely night, with agony unspoken,
Having thought of Him, my defeat I acknowledge.

That same distant lover is the moon of remote heavens;
He has snatched away my heart's sweetness.
Even though I be lost, still I yearn for Him;
For His footfall ever do I listen.

How will He not appear, not sing for me His song!
Will He never look upon my face again?
A lamp of hope tells: "He will surely come;
He's your budding flower's gem."

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