How long will my exile persist?

(2889)  Ganer e malakhani

This humble garland of song,
I have woven for You only,
Night and day ever awake, for ages aplenty,
Carefully to make You wear.

Upon these blooms is coated my love,
A memento of many births, much affliction.
I've composed a hymn, soaked in gloom and frost,
Suffused with affection, on a string.

Dear, this garland will stay around Your neck;
This sweet-scented fragrance, may You ever accept.
Please just keep in mind myself,
The one whom You have kept outlying.

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