(dukher boroshay choksher jol jei namlo)
As soon as my tears started
Pouring down heavily
I heard chariot of my friend
Stopping at my heart
Our unification-pot is full
Of separation pain
I tendered to His hand all,
Not leaving trace
The accumulated unfulfilled
Hopes of many days
Was fulfilled by the touch
In a twinkle of eye
Realized finally for whom I cried
All my cries so far
Hail to this waking up of mine
Hail to all my cries
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3/24/2015
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