What a difference You make

(2479)  Tumi esechile kon suprabhate

On which fine morning had You come,
Smiling under luster of a rising sun,
Mixing floral pollen
With insistent-rhythmic song?

The precise date of it is not in mind;
Mem'ry to churn I don't desire.
For with that same pulsation, thrill of ideation,
Even still upon eyelids the very day befalls.

That Great Man are You, both mild and stern;
Resplendent is Your grandeur.
Contemplating You alone, I forget privation;
Night and day I remain in jubilation.

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