Saturday, March 11, 2017


(671)  Tumi hariye jaoyar dakhin haoya

You're the southern wind that's vanished
And the light that reappears.
You're sweet comfort on my nights of anguish,
And that's why I hold You dear.

On my nights of utter darkness,
With a golden lamp in hand,
You stay beside me always,
Removing all my gloom.

In sadness, sorrow, and affliction
My tears are wiped by Your own hand.
To clear away the filthy grime,
You set alight hope's lamp.

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