(1388) Prabhu tumi amay kata kii je dile
Lord, to me so much You gave;
You claimed nothing in exchange.
In summer season's severe heat,
Space You gave neath shade of tree.
In desert thirst, with the mirage
Soothing water You discharged.
Disrespected and disdained,
My time has passed in sorrow's flame.
You lifted me onto love's lap;
Of songs You strung a garland.
With ignorance and static notions,
Truth was hidden by a mist.
That same fog You cast aside;
You brought me to the path of light.
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He liberates, and there's no charge. Could it be any other way?
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