All my trials, Lord

(1992)  Shiuli takhano jhare ni

Still then, unfallen was the night-jasmine;
Some night was remaining.
As yet the break of day cast not its furtive glance;
Arrived the sound of Whose feet?

At the door I heard a knock;
Today, the night has mattered, that I got.
At night was the promise of Your advent;
The auspicious date was set.

Even though event be known, ready I was not;
Even if home was dressed up, the psyche was not.
Risen from my bed, the door I opened not
Lest the sound did regress;
But having left hope of return, it went.

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