My days elapse,
The days pass–
Moon's light on night's ebon,
From mind having got erased,
Whereto did they get lost?
I had thought that in work I'll be engaged;
Amid everybody absorbed will I stay.
Dressed in diverse garments I will remain,
Whatever may suit Your heart.
I had thought that You will speak;
Crucial history will You reveal.
I'll go on conveying those same tidings
The whole Earth across.
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How and why is my life getting wasted?
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