The vain things I conceive

(2347)  Tomake jay na bhola

Yourself it's impossible to forget.
Whenever I imagine: forgetting I'll proceed,
I'll set aside Your memory,
I become anxious to that exact extent.

On Your name and song I float along;
Your tenderness I do love...
Pleasure's laugh on hope of acquisition,
It's a feeling that can't be expressed.

Seated at the core of heart, You are there;
With color the world You've made shining.
By rhythm and melody You have frenzied;
In a life, that's the sway You present.

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