(ei korechho valo nithuro-he)
Oh my Lord, my Cruel Lover
Thy treatments are the best for me
As I gather for my very acts
Please grow fiery fire in my heart
Since, except firing my incense
Does not offer any aroma
And, my lamp until burning
Does not offer any light
So, if my heart stays unconscious
Thy touch become my blessing
But due Ignorance and Suspicion
My eyes cannot see Thee
Please push my entire darkness out
With Thy punishing thunder!
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2/28/2015
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