(Tomar ashime pran-mon looye)
No matter how far I go along Thy infinite universe
I do not see a trace of death, sorrow or separation
The death takes the form of death
And grief takes the form of grief
Only if I, deserting Thee, proceed towards my ego
Oh my Completeness, closest to Thy holy feet
Everything being asked is there
Since all are mine I need not fear
This is why I cry day and night to come to Thee
All problems of my mind and family burdens
Will vanish in a twinkle of my eye
If I can hold on to Thy holy Truth in my life
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3/10/2015
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