My everything

(2537)  Bhalabasi ami tomake prabhu tomake

You, Lord, Yourself I hold dear.
Your air, Your light,
They satisfy my whole desire;
Not a thing remains outstanding.

You are in the moon's splendor;
You've been filling night's black color.
Amid nectar in the months of spring,
You are with a flower budding.

Neath the summer heat, its burning flames,
You are in the jasmine^[1] leis.
For Your sake eyes do weep;
In those eyes with a thrill You are there.

Sarkarverse article
Audio recording
Another audio recording