Monday, November 28, 2022

Thy grace be

 In the burning cauldrons, 

through the humming saws, 

across the poles - 

wrapped in cotton and set aflame, 

and in the swift strike of tyrant's sword... 

Thy hymnical glories resonate.


For when Thy hallowed, 

and superlatively glorious name, 

seeps into our hearts, 

we are boundlessly blessed, 

abundantly enriched

with unparalleled contentment. 

And in Thy remembrance... 

Thy grace be...Thy merciful glance be...

we know no strife or suffering.


Raam naam ur mai gahio jaa kai sam nahee koi||

Jeh simrat sankat mitai daras tuhaaro hoi||



Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

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