Who's nearer to you than I, my dear,
At twilight's close, my thoughts appear,
I remember you with each day's end,
In my heart, your presence blends.

Who serves crimson tea at day's midway,
Who kindles diya's flame, gently they sway,
Pouring soul's oils, devotion's art,
In the sacred namghor, they play their part.

Who...