Life of my life

(194)  Tomake bhuliya, ke kotha thakibe balo

Unmindful of Thee,
Please say, who will be anywhere?
This same realm of life becomes lively
With You only, glittering.

Unmindful of Thee, all that I think,
It becomes mere fantasy;
All that I speak, mere prattling.
Without Your touch, everything's a web of lies,
All the world's laughter and light.

Your blessing having coveted
And Your touch having received,
Each and everything feels good.

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