(Amay je sob dite hobe seto ami jani)
I must give up all my belongings
All my wealth, all words and deeds
My power of vision, my hearing
All my daily personal offerings
I will give them all
Thus, the dawns and dusks of my heart
Will secretly bloom out to Thee;
My heart-string under tuning by me now,
When done, will be yours to play Thy tune
I will give them all
Thy Bliss only fills my joys and sorrows
Please make those Thine too in Thy hand
Only things I received in blessed moment
Will stay with me after receipt by Thee
I will give them all to Thee
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Beautiful translation. Loved the lines 'Thus, the dawns and dusks of my heart Will secretly bloom out to Thee; ' Thanks for sharing and thanks for your recent comments on my poem.