It's been great

(3381) Amar pather shese esechi

To my road's end I have reached;
No other corridor is there.
Myself on Your path only You impel;
Just along that path I'd proceed.

On my path filled with barbs,
Stricken had I been, incessant.
Wounded by stones each moment,
In vain I've searched for peace.

With no start or end to that path,
In rhythm and in hymn I'll pass.
You will endure with light in hand;
And so a song of love I sing.

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