Water currents

(533)  Aji shravan ghana gahan rate

Now, on a cloud-heavy Shravan night,
Sleep does not come to eyelids mine.
Thinking and thinking about You,
My heart rides out this deluge.

Silent are Your holy footsteps;
If You came, it was in secret.
With the sounds of rain and wind,
Nobody would realize it.

Mind's every word is known to You;
So please hearken to this my suit.
The tears I weep form a stream;
Let it mingle with the flow of sea.

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