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O lord,  
Lord You appeared,
You came through the ocean of effulgence,
You came, Lord, on splendor-stream,
with a sweet and charming smile,  
With smile honeyed and enchanting,
to love me even more.  
To hold still more dearly.
Garland in hand I did not greet;
I did not ask to come and take a seat.


I did not welcome you with a floral garland in hand.
The lengthy night had been so gloomy,
I did not request you to come in and take your seat.
That erstwhile gloom to consume psyche...
My long night was filled with darkness.
Lone and helpless, I did not invoke Thee;
That darkness has eaten up my mind.  
I was not fit to vie formerly,
To hold still more dearly.


Being helpless,
Through that same strait You have tarried;
I did not call you,
You've said You have stayed beside me...
I could not struggle.
On each bank of life's stream,
 
In a hymn for each twinkling,
You stood during that distress
To hold still more dearly.
and told me you were near me,
on each bank of the stream of life,  
with a song for each period.
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