Can nothing be easy?

(3198)  Madhur tomar parasha lagi

For the sake of Your sweet touch,
I am looking toward the path of advent.
Drowsiness renounced, I'm forlorn;
The time I spend counting moments.

The garland, when it was placed upon neck,
Its flowers onto dust You let be shed.
The mind You filled with fondness,
That too, is it dragged down afresh?

Hard it is to comprehend Your methodology–
One minute, a load of grief; the next, a gemmed wreath.
Endless and immense is every little thing;
When and what You will do, does anybody guess?

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