(1294) Ami tomay bhalabesechi
I have loved Thee
Even more than I love me,
My dark-night's travel-mate,
Sweet smile on a mournful day.
My solace mid bereavement's sea,
Love's floral thread drenched with tears,
You've held enthralled eternal time;
You're mingled with rhythm of life.
On moonlit night full-moon attends;
To gentle virtue You are wed...
Into each atom of my thought,
Piercing are You with Your compassion.
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Where do I end, and where does He commence?
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