The love is not enough

(1925)  Tomar parashe pathar gale jay

At Your touch a stone gets overcome with emotion.
So this heart of mine, will it not melt?
Upon Your delight, the world grows intoxicated;
Away go the hard times and darkness dense.

All I want is that You grant Your contact please.
I won't take anything more; rather, You take me.
To give my sense of "I", Your refuge to assume,
My eyes, in profusion have they wept.

Go and do what You wish; not a thing do I speak.
Devise what You contrive; nothing do I think.
Just keep me in mind, look on with eyes of compassion;
Your thread of affection, kindly never rend.

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