Your loss I rue

(3349) Mara jamunay van ene dile

Brought to dried-up Jamuna, a flood You let be,
At a Gokul of my psyche.
Native and foreign distinctions ignoring,
You consoled the human beings.

In the dust has wept human mentality;
It has stayed far removed from lack of amity.
Tear-soaked is that history,
Told into every ear.

This world of form, it is for everybody;
One and all hope for the light of morning.
Your neck like a conch-shell, this dictum holy
You did profess with confidence smiling.

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