(500) Tumi je phul diyacho bhariya
Those flowers that You've packed
Into my flower basket—
With them, I have strung a garland.
Your smiles that have rained
Down upon my heart—
All my troubles they have allayed.
My hopes, around You they reel;
My speech but focuses on Thee.
All of my activities,
All of my accessories,
Are motivated by Your affinity.
In my mental blossom there is honey;[1]
With it, my life-pollen has been smeared.
Having given everything,
Keeping nothing in arrears,
My wicker tray[2] is arrayed carefully.
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