All alone had I been waiting, waiting ever;
You placed the sacred mark of triumph on my forehead.
Oh Beloved, mine was not a bundle of qualities,
My sole virtue being that I am in love with Thee.
You are my bosom friend.
In the world with its three spheres[1] I am very tiny;
Except for You I have no alternate velocity.
By Your kindness to me go the wheels of my chariot.
From break of day to night's ending,
Each microsecond Yourself do I heed.
Wrapped in Thee is my every molecule and atom.
You placed the sacred mark of triumph on my forehead.
Oh Beloved, mine was not a bundle of qualities,
My sole virtue being that I am in love with Thee.
You are my bosom friend.
In the world with its three spheres[1] I am very tiny;
Except for You I have no alternate velocity.
By Your kindness to me go the wheels of my chariot.
From break of day to night's ending,
Each microsecond Yourself do I heed.
Wrapped in Thee is my every molecule and atom.
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You are my reality, my one and only reason for being.
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