(930) Tomar lagi mala gantha
For You is strung my málá;
On Your account I've made this álpaná.
Eagerly awaiting Thee I bide my time;
Around You whirl all thoughts of mine.
Flowers I've plucked and songs composed;
Your seat I've spread in my heart's core.
With mind's lamp I've adorned Your altar;
With Your name am I engrossed.
I'm Yours alone, but You belong to everyone;
Having known sustained neglect, my psyche, it gets gloomy.
My days go by expecting Thee;
With hopelessness and hope, Your web is wove.
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