(707) Tomar pather shes kothay
Your path, where does it finish?
Night and day I think about it.
I move on; I will proceed
With ambition to find Thee.
Star-studded are the heavens above my head;
Beneath me quivers a tired and lonesome earth.
A sweet and gentle scent wafts in
Upon exhilarating wind.
To get beat down is no misfortune;
To get picked up is no pleasure.
Of all my hopes left is one only—
I would reach Your proximity.
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The last thing we lose is the desire to be near Him.
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