From my Love has come a letter, the sudden summons of my Lord
From my Love has come a letter, the sudden summons of my Lord.
A solitary darkened Chamber, without lamp and without candle.
Jama seized my arm and hence he bore me, then with me went no companion.
Gloom as deep as Savan's darkness, blackness as of Bhadon's nights.
Battered by four winds of heaven, ever pants my labouring breast.
Hence are we constrained to journey, here in no case can we rest.
What can we take into His presence? There is nothing in my purse.
Paltu, coming into this world, with bitter tears our eyes o'erflowed.
Life and birth alike are wasted, all through folly of our own.
A solitary darkened Chamber, without lamp and without candle.
Jama seized my arm and hence he bore me, then with me went no companion.
Gloom as deep as Savan's darkness, blackness as of Bhadon's nights.
Battered by four winds of heaven, ever pants my labouring breast.
Hence are we constrained to journey, here in no case can we rest.
What can we take into His presence? There is nothing in my purse.
Paltu, coming into this world, with bitter tears our eyes o'erflowed.
Life and birth alike are wasted, all through folly of our own.
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