(harmana har porabo tomaro gole)
I want to decorate Thee with my loser’s necklace
Staying afar using the tricks of my strength
I surely know mental wound will be washed away
Life will be bursting forth with deep distress
The flute of empty heart will be singing song
When stones will be melting down in tears
The hundred petals will sequentially open up
The honey will not remain in secrecy for ever
Someone’s eye encompassing sky will be looking
Silently initiate removing outside the home
Absolutely nothing will stay behind that day
I will receive peaceful death at His blessed feet
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