Please come my way

(2440)  Mala genthechi ghar sajiyechi

Garland have I strung, home have I decked;
Coating sweetness with a paint of rice,
I am waiting in the hope of advent.

I know not when that break of day will smile,
When crimson-colored will become my eastern sky;
But all the gloomy dark will go far aside–
You'll arrive, myself adjacent.

No devout effort is unproductive;
Your love's stimulus is with it.
Spreading out is fantail psychic;
I pray just a bit of kindness.

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