Saturday, August 26, 2017

Be my banker

(4)  Sakal maner viina ek sure baje aj

Every mental lute is playing the same tune today
In every heart there is a sweet perfume.
With pleasing garb into this world You came,
Giving everyone the same realization.

Please don't rip the petals off this flower-garland;
They're my entire supply of love.

Please come closer, closer, and still closer;
All I have, take it with Thee.

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