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The flower that's bloomed in my mind so deep, | |||
Let it reside on the lotus of Your feet. | |||
The bliss-giving flame all around Thee, | |||
For it only are many smiles and tears; | |||
That love of Yours, it's emancipating. | |||
According to history, with a noose that's serpentine, | |||
Light on earth is extinguished by tyranny. | |||
When it takes place, then comes the Supreme Being, | |||
Awakening hope in those who cannot say a thing. | |||
To agitate in paradise, You have appeared; | |||
Around Yourself, the scent of ambrosia You keep. | |||
You don't neglect anyone, whomever they may be; | |||
The hope You bring, it is for everybody. | |||
In Your heart, assimilate me. | |||
With honey-coated eyes, gaze at me. | |||
Give me hope with Your beauty and melody. | |||
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