Chhayanat

(203)  Eso go bandhu mama ksudra e hrdaye

Come into this poor heart, my abiding friend; For eons, I am ardently awaiting Your advent. Though it is known that You are everywhere, I don't know that. As I deem You bound by space, You come and go incomprehensibly. Despite what I imagine, You draw me to You; In Your Self, I am merging, merging, merging. Let Your effulgence strike the canvass of my mind; Let Your lyre play the Chhayanat raag.[1] My abiding friend, please be seated with a honey-coated smile; I am ardently waiting for You to absorb my cadence in Yours.

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