Thursday, April 5, 2018


(934)  Manera pradiip niviya geche

The lamp of mind has got extinguished;
Lord, please come, bearing a matchstick.
My heart's flower has been dropping;
A fresh flower, make it blossom please.

Torn has been the lute-string of my life;
A new string's coupling do I desire.
My pendant's precious gem has been lost,
And I don't find the jewel that I've sought.
A portrait of despondency,
In front of You I am standing.

With crest and trough rivers proceed,
Sometimes low and sometimes lofty...
This truth is soul's history.
So that I won't forget from time to time,
From above, always ignite a light;
Go on extending Your two feet.

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