Treat me kindly

(2776)  Jhainjha jadi ase, alo jena na neve

If a rainstorm should happen,
So that light might not be quenched,
To ever go singing on Your path, Lord,
May weariness not descend.

A tray I've kept filling with such blossoms–
By their sweet scent, ardent they make everyone.
What if they, having gotten parched by sunshine,
Will they start falling, dessicated?

With all sincerity, on strings of the veena,
Melodies am I rehearsing for ages and ages.
By the touch of a hand rough and heartless,
In distress will they be rent?

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