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|keywords=Prabhat Samgiita,Prabhata Samgiita,Prabhat Ranjan Sarkar,Anandamurti,Ananda Marga,contemplation | |keywords=Prabhat Samgiita,Prabhata Samgiita,Prabhat Ranjan Sarkar,Anandamurti,Ananda Marga,contemplation | ||
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Forward roll Your chariot wheels; | |||
I | That I've managed to perceive. | ||
They move, crushing all hidden sins; | |||
crushing all | That much I could fathom. | ||
Upon sun's chariot mysterious, | |||
You | You're moving on Your private orbit. | ||
Waiting, waiting by the path, | |||
I've counted days till Your arrival. | |||
I | |||
On a moonlit | On a night of dreams moonlit, | ||
Accompanied by flower pollen, | |||
You | You rode that golden chariot | ||
To pick up everybody; | |||
And instantly I recognized Thee. | |||
I | So now I'm waiting for Your advent, | ||
By the wayside, lamp in hand. | |||
This light of mine, faint it becomes | |||
Before Your bright effulgence; | |||
About You I have understood the gist. | |||
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</poem> | </poem> | ||
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