A basket of flowers

(200)  Tumi esecho man je kerecho

You have come and enticed my mind. You have made me forget innumerable woes. In my stream of thought, both day and night, With music, You have strung a garland of songs. The scorch of meteors became like sandal paste On my obtaining Your touch of divine life. My desert-like thirst has gotten lost; Somewhere it vanished in Your verdant shade. Today, all my pains, all my sorrows— Lo, they have become a basket of flowers. Waiting and waiting, heart churning, Constantly soul-searching, This alone I've realized and paid heed— You love profusely.

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