And still I get lost

(1922)  Tumi kabe asbe bale

Oh You, having said You'll return a long time back,
Hours and days I am counting ever since.
Shedding tears on Your arrival path,
Thereby do I keep bathing it.

Age after age, they pass away;
Many a memory fills me with pain.
Many hopes like blooms to fall are made,
Yet unperturbed at my cherished goal I gaze.

One block of time fades into another;
The outer world moves within.
Filled up with the flavor of Your liila,
Dumbstruck, myself I'm defeated.

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