It has been tough

(3432) Se je chilo mor nayaner tara

The apple of my eye had been He,
Morning's splendor, love's conviction;
Limitless the gold-exuding memory.

If anyone remains familiar with Him,
Please tell Him about me.
In Fall, the gaps of my white clouds betwixt,
Destiny has made my sorrow stream.
I don't forget Him, I cannot ignore;
For even now He is my heart complete.

He keeps on giving an unending cradle
At my deepest recess psychic.
Only a delightful honey drops below,
When going to search for Him.
I did not forsake hope, breaking I could not;
By the light of meditation I know He will yield.

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