English
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. 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.
