Barindra Brahmachari - Death

Death, o death come to me,
embrace me with your deadly hands.
I, who is overburdened with pressure,
seek to you my deliverance.
It is you who is called God's messenger,
take me to God, o Death, take me to the eternal solitude.
Help me to retreat, help me to reach there where I started first.
I, who is overburdened with tears,
seek to you my deliverance.
It is you who usually come to the old,
but often taste young blood.
Here I am, the fresh flower of spring.
Taste me, hold me, grab me, grapple my soul.
Help me to fly, fly high to my Master,
my eternal deliverance.
I, who is overburdened with pathos,
seek to you my deliverance.

Barindra Brahmachari

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