A love that's pure

(2419)  Mane chilo asha mor bhalabasa

In mind was a hope: My love,
It will bind Thee.
I could not conceive: In my floral string
The blemish of a worm will persevere.

Gem of the Ocean, You are the dearest;
Star of the Heavens, You are the brightest.
Holding on to You by wisdom or energy,
From everybody ineffective it will be.

Abiding will go on my love,
For endless time, with a hope inside bosom.
Upon reflection, I ask of You privately:
In the heart, when will You appear?

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