(837) Tomar hiyay amar
In Your heart, for me
Pray tell, is there no place?
If indeed no space remains,
Please say where's my relief.
You're ruler of a mind that's huge;
There is no end to You.
Like a dot am I so wee,
A very puny being.
If You do not make room for me,
It won't grow Your repute.
In desperate hearts,
You're the polestar,
In the rain on nights freezing,
A heat-smearing stream.
You exist for everybody,
But You exist without me.
Without me You are,
And this is Your dishonor.
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No, it cannot be.
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