(1466) Tomar lagiya raciya rekhechi
For Your sake, I have kept on making
This wee-small garland of flowers.
Tiny though it be, it's not insignificant;
It's the love of a woman going to her Darling.
Painstakingly, flowers I have gathered;
Through depths of mind, I have roamed in search.
Mingling with the blooms full of nectar,
I have woven this love song.
Even if to take it You don't wish,
Any slight to love won't be tolerated.
Oh my Most Beloved, though I'm insignificant,
This tiny love-garland, trifling it is not.
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You may or may not accept me, but my love You must receive.
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