In melodies you gave, filled with your language
O Lord, I’ve sung songs for you.
There’s nothing in these you could call mine.
This is your legacy wrought by your own power.

Lost in the fog, when I drifted in inertia’s spell
in the infatuation of egotism, I remembered how
you taught me these yourself,
and made me understand.
Nothing of mine is worthy of attention.

You gave me flower garlands and ample love,
the sixteen elements of worship,
even the viińá’s accompaniment.
[Yet] you said, “Leave these aside and look within.
Whether you want them or not
these songs are a gift of compassion.”

Translated from Bengali

TOMÁRI DEOYÁ SURE TOMÁRI BHÁŚÁ BHARE
HE PRABHU TAVA TARE GEYE GECHI GÁNA,
ÁMÁRA BALITE NEI KICHU ETE
TOMÁRI SHAKTITE E TAVA AVADÁNA.

JABE KUHAKE BHULE BHESECHI MOHA JAŔE
AHAMIKÁR GHORE ÁMÁR MANE KARE,
TUMII SEKHÁLE TUMI BUJHIYE DILE
NEI ÁMÁR KICHU KARITE AVADHÁN.

DIYECHO PHÚLAHÁR PRIITIR SAMBHÁR
ŚOD́ASHA UPÁCÁR VIIŃÁRAO JHAUṊKÁR,
BALILE REKHE JÁO BHITARE TÁKÁO
CÁO VÁ NÁHI CÁO E KARUŃÁRA DÁN.

24-10-1985