From maya You keep aloof

(1563)  Amar dukher rate ele prabhu

Lord, on my mournful night You came;
You did not arrive on my happy day.
Through tears You allowed embrace,
But You weren't fooled by sly charade.

With springtime's flower-basket^[1]
And with worship's dish, kept embellished,
Yourself I found not, my arghya to offer;
But mental anguish You appraised and accepted.

In a game of smiles or fair of light,
I got You not at joyful time.
But on this same, pitch-dark night,
Your kindness I could realize.

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