(1415) Tomari tare phulasaje saja
Because of You, punishment is dressed in flowers;
Just for You, the tress of hair is braided.
For Your sake, strung is the malati garland;
And for You, the tune is practiced.
On moonlit nights are Your words considered;
On dark days, a ray of light is kindled.
On autumn morns, parijat collected,
With a strand of love, the garland is threaded.
For the sake of You only, gazing at path anxiously,
Sitting alone are those who laugh and weep.
In me You are cherished, but You've gone and forgot;
From mind, myself You have dropped and mopped.
I won't forget, no, I will not expunge
In this life, whatever obstacle may come.
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Come what may, I won't forget. You alone make life worthwhile.
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