And what shall I give
I have nothing.
You are within me
You are outside me
And you are everything.
You may utilize Your things
In whatever way You like
I have nothing to say.
Still O my dear, if you want to take
You can take my life my wife my children
My home my furniture all household paraphernalia.
I am offering You my body my soul my treasury
My strength my land that are Yours originally
O my dear, Your things I am offering, excuse me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem