With Your blessing, Lord

(2368)  Tomar raune raun mishiye

My hue blended with Yours,
To go forward, that I would.
In Your beat my beat I'd merge,
Though mismatched at every juncture.

With firm hand holding Your flag,
On my own I would forge in advance,
Bearing Your blessing on my head,
Infusing strength in my breast.

Never at any time had I been solitary;
There's no fear, as You accompany.
Your deeds I will keep performing,
Your songs I will go on singing,
Waxing bright in Your light benevolent.

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