(nishith shoyone vebe-rakhi mone ogo ontoro-jami)
Laying on my bed at night
I keep thinking Oh my Lord
I wish seeing, Thee at first
Opening my eye, this morning
Waking up in broad day-light
Prostrating at Thy blissful feet
I plan yielding my day’s work
To Thee, Oh omniscient Lord -
By staying home at days end
Letting thought and pain drain
Softly to Thy famed quiet sea
Oh, my omniscient Lord
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5/2/2015
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