সকাল-সাঁজে ধায় যে ওরা নানা কাজে
shokal shanje dhay je ora nana kaaje
From dawn to dusk they rush about
Engaged in many a chore
It is only I who sit, lost in my thoughts
Picking out thorns from the road
Awaiting the One, I gaze on
Thorns prick my sole,
Dust soils my frame,
I die of shame
As dawn passes into dusk
- 7th Apr 1914
shokal shanje dhay je ora nana kaaje
From dawn to dusk they rush about
Engaged in many a chore
It is only I who sit, lost in my thoughts
Picking out thorns from the road
Awaiting the One, I gaze on
Thorns prick my sole,
Dust soils my frame,
I die of shame
As dawn passes into dusk
- 7th Apr 1914
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