Wednesday, March 6, 2024

How can I think otherwise

(2937)  Andhara shese purvakashe

At the end of darkness on sky of east,
A line of crimson light.
You are everybody's love, one without a second;
In You combined is fancy with zeal.
The hope of everybody's life,
You are past compare, You have no comparison.

Throughout the night I've called to Thee;
In the pitch dark a song I've gone on singing.
The sun that's strung a friendship,
It is just You, the One fit for veneration.

The dark recedes upon Your coming;
At Your sonance life suffuses inert beings.
You exist, hence everyone has been;
You alone are worthy of recollection.

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