(Aami Jokhon Tnar Duare Vikshya Nite Jai)
When I beg Him for material comfort
I get everything I beg for
But lose them promptly too -
When, He first came to beg at my door
I saw entering my store
Upon breaking the rusted lock
Layers after layer jewel piled up there
Without anything being lost!
The early dawn comes every morning
Begging the light from Him
That light rolls on the earth's exterior
But in the evening as our Lord looks up
Holding His hands high in the sky
Layers after layer of His gem stacks up
Among the pitch-dark sky
Beaming as the jewels of His crown!
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1/23/2015
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