Anand-Mela (The Fair Of Delight)

Anand-Mela, God, in Your Anand-Mela, Fair of Delight, When all have come, Only one is missing! God, in Your, Your Anand-Mela, Anand-Mela, Fair of Delight, All are! But only one is missing, Missing, My God, Anand-Mela, In Your Anand-Mela, God, Your Anand-Mela! The fair in full swing, Visitors coming and going, Studded with gems glittering, Decorating and bedecking it all, But the morose fellow is not. Anand-Mela, God, in Your Anand-Mela, When all have come, Adorned with their presence, Only one forlorn face find I not. The poor soul standing at the door As a beggar When all agents divine Striding with and passing And the gala and glitz incomparable. Anand-Mela, God, Your Anand-Mela, In Your Anand-Mela When I see many As invitees and guests attending. Only one lies it uninvited, Unwelcomed The poor fellow Waiting for Your Grace, Kind Favour! God, in Your Anand-Mela, Anand-Mela All have been invited, But only one fellow Lies he kept waiting and uninvited! God, Your Anand-Mela, Anand-Mela Let it illumine and illuminate The fair, Let it, let it, My God! God, in Your Anand-Mela, What, what have I to do, To do In Your Anand-Mela, In Your Anand-Mela? I am a poor human being, A poor soul In utter despair and dejection, Angst and bewilderment And loss. Let there be, let there be delight, Delight in Your Mela, Gala Mela full of grandeur and glitz, Let there be, let there be Leaving me bereft of. God, my poor destiny, You cannot, cannot, God, My poor fate and luck, My luck mine, It not sublime! I a poor soul Begging at Your Door, Asking for Your Mercy, Kind Gesture, Divine Charity and Blessing. In the Anand-Mela, God, everybody is but delighted, Delight is writ large Over the faces I meet Only the poor soul kept waiting for. Delight, delight not in my fate, In my destiny, My luck, Delight not in my fate Even if it is, it is but short-lived.