From You I come, please pick me up

(3092)  Amar ghare tomar alor nimantran

At my house is Your light's invitation:
Arrive without fail endured a humble submission.

My whole life through I've rehearsed Your melody;
Existential flame ignited, I have lit a dwelling.
I've continued thinking on You amid every deed;
Knowing this, for a moment gaze in my direction.

For my lamp, Lord, You alone are the matchstick;
Only You are the ghee, and You are the single wick.
On just Your path I move; that path is not crooked;
My tiny mind is the dust from Your ambulation.

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