My hopes and dreams...

(2359)  Paye dhare paye dhare vinati kari

Catching feet, catching feet, I entreat:
Please don't go, You, please don't go.
Many a day I'd been waiting for Your coming,
Please don't tear my bud of hope.

The tree that had been watered,
Had risen full of fruit, buds, and flowers.
Muse on it, think about its emotions;
Fruitless don't let it devolve.

From crimson dawn to blushing dusk,
Each moment's passed in just Your thought.
Don't dash those hopes of mine with dejection;
Make them fruitful by holy effort.

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