No substitute

(2297)  Kothay gele dure cale

Going far, You went off where,
Oh my Lord, forsaking me?
So much am I calling, don't You listen?
Face averted, why did You become displeased?

Mid effulgence You exist,
But with ebon You have gone and mixed.
Filling everything, You have lingered;
But You did not show before me.

Of forms there's no utmost circumference,
But they have no likeness to Your aspects.
Noble God, please grant forgiveness,
Disregarding all my failings.

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