Oh God! What's it, you don't have,
That I've in plenty,
For me to offer you, the Almighty.
Shall I give you fresh food?
Oh! How can I?
You are the giver of my daily bread.
Shall I give you all my wealth?
Oh! How can I?
You're the owner of this rich earth?
Shall I decorate you with a garland of flower?
Oh! How can I?
Does Flowers bloom sans your mercy, never?
Shall I offer you a life, in sacrifice?
Oh! How can I?
You're, isn't it, its very source?
My head's reeling with no idea,
Oh! What to do?
What can I offer you?
Ah! I've found out at last,
That you haven't in the least,
The ignorance, what I've, a lot!
Oh! God! Take all this ignorance of mine.
Plenty of knowledge, give me in return,
As you are its very fountainhead for every one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The Knowledge fountain is a great poem indeed penned so sweetly and beautifully. The theme of this poem is excellent. God has created this Earth and he is real owner. We are temporary trustees of resources. Food we get by his grace. Flowers bloom by his grace. Everything is his property. What should we give him then? Yes, we should gift our minds to him and feel his eternal bliss.