Divine choreography

(2321)  Bhalabasi ami tomare

I cherish Thee,
And You are fond of me...
In my worldly setting,
Your light falls incessantly.

All around You whirls my psyche
On Your love's upward propelling...
With a small thought's every melody
At the heart's most inner dwelling.

With mind in Your cradle, that cradle awakens;
Upon Your jingling, I'm oblivious to self...
With my veena, hey the Instrumentalist,
On Your anklet a tone rises from sleep.

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