The flowers in my hair have withered.
The song of my voice has stopped.
In this tear-filled evening my mind craves for Your grace.

You once said,
"Do not fear, I am with You,
I shall always remain with You."
And yet, I feel as if losing You.

The light of my hope begins to dim.
But I shall not lose heart.
The thought of You gives me strength.
With new ghee and wick
I re-light this dimming lamp of hope.

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The garland of my chignon has dried up,
the song in my throat has stopped.

On this tearful evening
my mind seeks only Your grace.
Tell me once:

“There is nothing to fear,
I am with you
and will for ever remain”.

Losing time and again,
I get afraid,
the light of my hope becomes extinguished.

Yet, I shall never become subdued.
By Your ideation,
I shall attain strength.

Into the lamp of hope
that today was about to extinguish,
wick and fuel was poured.