Oh! And I yearn for Thee,
with a heart full of love.
Oh! And I stand at the doorstep,
waiting for Thee to come.
Oh! And, I pray earnestly,
longing, for Thy blessed glimpse.
Oh, do You hear me
as I place my faith in Thee.
Oh! And Thy beatific sight,
my burdens dissolve,
I am salvaged.

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'neath the blanket of snow,
whither the spirit of love
or the heart of Ebenezer Scrooge?

From winters, where we wander,
wilted and withered,
to somersaulting springs, sauntering in souls,
'tis but the crux of the season.

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Thee goes around breaking the pitchers,
aiming perfectly with Thy catapult.
Thy revered Mother, tired of complaints,
replaces the pitchers with brass ones.
And, in the confines of royal dwellings,
She gives Thee arrows, tipped with iron,
to pierce those pitchers with precision again.

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Noisy lunch party!
Winter garden comes alive,
as sparrows rejoice.

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Vast, the vessel of Thy name,
Blest are those who board with love.
Ships, driven by winds of faith,
Thee steers them to shore.
Happy Gurupurab

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I have decked up the porch in Thy wait.

For Thy arrival, I have strung together,
the marigolds, hibiscus and jasmines.

The corridors stand adorned,
in readiness, hymns of glory,
reverberating through the walls.

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Ah! the globe is lit,
as the golden silence spreads.
We bow in regard.
The misty morning of fall,
bliss of sunshine in our lives.

Chathh : Purvanchali Mahaparv

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Zillions of stars descend on earth, as rows of clay lamps flicker.

Beneath the autumn new moon, we rejoice in showers of Grace.

And amidst all this love and all this light, we find our true selves.

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And what a blessing it is
that we light but one lamp
and it's mellow yellow radiance
takes away all the darkness
from the unlit recesses of our hearts.

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We hold on to Thee,
clinging,
to the folds of Thy robe.
And Thee walks us,
through this maze,
through this rabbit-warren.
In the darkest of nights,
Thy name glows,
lighting our path.
In the obsidian hours,
we find our
salvation and redemption.

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