Abiding grace

(1238)  Tumi jadi na ele priya

If You'd come not, oh my Beloved,
This birth would have gone for naught.
In heavens, storm-clouds had appeared;
Without raining, they'd amount to nothing.

At my door the Unknown Traveler had come;
Singing a song of love, He then went off.
In my keeping the fond memory that He left,
It will be offered back beneath His altar.

Though deceased, still now the luster abides;
The love of my life has become bright.
With unstinting reverence, conviction has sung:
This my sadhana, it will surely triumph.

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