His web of love

(2770)  Balechilo ese gan shonabe se

He had told, coming He will sing a song;
In hope of Him alone I count the moments.
Day departs, close by the night draws;
I don't hear the sound of His footsteps.

A young sprout went and became a huge tree;
A crowd came through flowers and leaves.
In vain decorated I'd kept a dwelling;
I weep like a cobra absent gem.^[1]

In light and darkness, crest and trough,
At His name still I rise, in dance absorbed.
A mind given by Him and a life that's His only,
Taking them I weave just His love-mesh.

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