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(3308) Tomar priitite phul phote kanane

By Your love a flower blossoms in the forest;
Whereto will I go, Yourself abandoned?
At Your feet my bowing You accept;
Ever will I expect benison.

Without stalk a lotus does not exist;
That flower is its load, even being tarnished.
With Your love my world is filled;
Yourself, how will I ignore?

Mental Lotus, You live in the mind;
Even though infinite, You keep touching confines.
Brightly smiling, lovingly, honey You apply;
Where shall I find a gem analogous?

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