Let all my love rush towards you
My lord, only towards you.
Let all my deep desires sound in your ears
My lord, just in your ears.
My heart, wherever it resides,
Let it respond to your call.
Let all the shackles break
As you draw me towards you,
My lord, only towards you.
This outward beggarly bowl of alms
Let it be emptied altogether this once—
Let my inmost soul be secretly filled by your gifts,
My lord, your precious gifts.
O my friend, the precious inmate of my being,
The things of beauty in this life
Let all play together in harmony,
My lord, in your song, only in your song.
* this is a free translation of Rabindranath Tagore's song Dhaye jeno mor sakal bhalobasha
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