Tangled with eyelids a drowsiness had been there;
In it brimming were the drops of tear.
I'd been crying, calling all the day through;
At the path of Your arrival I had been gazing.
Day retired, came the evening star;
Rosy complexion got lost in the dark.
Withered went my floral garland,
Upon which love's pollen had been smeared.
In a lifetime, hope after hope appears;
Yet ever they remain hushed in speech.
Lord, I won't get dejected, never forgetting You;
Attuned with thought, rhythm and song I'll keep.
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Through rhythm and song will I always think of You.
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