Translation
I give to you that which is your thing.
Take it, O Lord, into your lap.
Weeping, I’ve offered it, having borne much anguish.
My consolation is this that you’ve accepted it.
All those who came, persist.
All remain awake in boundlessness.
[Yet] we always think, “I’m losing you. I’m losing you,”
and die weeping, forgetting you, Lord.
Translated from Bengali