May 21, 2011

Arrows of red hot fire sear me

দারুণ অগ্নিবাণে রে
darun ogni baaney re

Arrows of red hot fire sear me
Athirst is my heart in such heat
Sleepless is night, scorched is the day
Rest and comfort elude my ken

A weary dove coos on a dry branch
Crying out its heart in distress

I fear not, I fear not
I hang on gazing at the skies
In garb of a fiery tempest
I know you will appear one day
And pour down on my parched soul

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