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With music, You have strung a garland of songs. | With music, You have strung a garland of songs. | ||
The scorch of meteors became like sandal paste | |||
On my receiving the touch of Your divine life. | |||
My desert-like thirst is bewildered; | |||
Somewhere it vanished in Your verdant shelter. | |||
Today, all my pains, all my sorrows— | |||
Lo and behold, they are a basket of flowers. | |||
I wait and wait and look within, | |||
And in the pleasant pains of my heart | |||
I wait and wait and look within, | |||
I discover that You have poured on me profuse love. | I discover that You have poured on me profuse love. | ||
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