A soothing balm

(2428)  Tomar kathay tava karunay

By Your guidance, by Your kindness,
My days run along.
Never is the cadence lost
Upon movement's course.

Where the thread of movement leads, I know not;
When at last it ends, that too I've heard it not.
Through swaying it proceeds with sweet implication;
The mind races on that thrilling sensation.

Whatever mundane disrepute or putting to shame,
Flames of desperation: hatred or disgrace,
They all sail away on Your contemplation,
In Your meditation or fixed concentration.

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