God bless all, even the most benighted.
O God, My Lord, abide with me. I am tired, I am sad, I grow old, and my heart hurts for far too many poor folks whose woes I can do naught to soothe.
God bless all, even the most benighted.
O God, My Lord, abide with me. I am tired, I am sad, I grow old, and my heart hurts for far too many poor folks whose woes I can do naught to soothe.
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Nanak naam chardi kala, tere bhane sarbat da bhala.
Thank you, Chitra. Most apposite. Here is what the blessing means, for the untutored, like me:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarbat_da_bhala
Best wishes to you always Suvroda. To your health and well-being. Regards Tanmoy
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