Great Offering - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Offering Your things to You is a great offering
I am Yours and I am offering myself to You.
By offering myself to You, O my dear
See I am very happy.
I declared myself as Your slave, my dear
And it is Your greatness that You make me
A jewel of Your crown and further
You disclosed that You depend on me,
I am very loving to You
I have a full right over You and over your heart.
I am free from all worries, see
As I have no property no bondage
As I am with You and You are with me always
I have no desire of my own either to live
Or to die or to have favorable circumstances.
I only Pray You O my dear, to enable me not to forget You
In whatever circumstance I am placed by You
Here on this earth or there in heaven or in hell
In childhood in Youth or in old age
Honored or dishonored, happy or sad.
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