By the very thought of You...

(2527)  Tomar tare ashru jhare, tomar tarei gan sadha

On account of You, tears drip;
For Your sake alone, song is practiced.
In thought of You, I forget poverty;
Just for You a garland is threaded.

You are the lamp of my existence;
In the rainy season, a kadam in blossom.
Mind's screwpine,^[1] remaining awakened,
Your tale it tells through its pollen.

I affix a garland on my hair bun;
I array love's tray of welcome.^[2]
I go on forgetting a hundred burning sensations,
Any and all pain, Yourself having contemplated.

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