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O lord,
When You've gotten lost and strayed,
if ever you descend,
Then kindly stay awhile at my place.
missing your path,
And if by chance You glance at me,
then sit down for a moment
Then look my way meticulously.
and rest in my home.


If ever you look at me by chance,
Ages have elapsed and lifetimes passed;
then kindly gaze at me nicely.
Your silence, it has made me anxious.
Still, I've not let hope's flower wither;
Faithfully I've waited with palms folded.


Ages have passed,
In the sea of form, a flood has come;
lives have passed,
A garland was adorned with mental buds.
Your silence made me frenzied.
The nectar in those buds, fruit it has borne,
 
With Your holy touch, my dear-dear Lord.
I still do not allow the flower of hope to wither
and continue waiting for you with folded hands.
 
Tides came into the ocean of beauty,
my garland became decorated with mental buds.
 
By your touch,
the nectar in these buds turned fruitful.
O my most beloved one!
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