Time to fly

(3494) Maner mayavane ke tumi ele

Oh You, Who arrived in the magic forest of my mind?
Within mind, it seems like Yourself I recognize,
Even though identity You did not provide.

Inside my woodlands had amassed a crowd of weeds;
A mountain of thorns there'd been, and no breeze.
The air was closed, desire was for matter;
Setting all of that aside, You beautified.

For a mind penned in to become a Paradise,
To construct a golden peak from something confined,
The darkness had been veiled, gloom had been coated;
Over that You did drive a chariot, glowing bright. 

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