Without merit

(691)  Tumi esecho tumi esecho, maru hiyar majhe

You have come, You have come
Into my arid heart.
Any sweetness in my bosom
I'll dedicate unto Your work.

Not a single flower blooms
To adorn those rosy feet.
Not even one fruit grows
To qualify my offering.

In my arbor ringed by verdant beauty,
Nothing is alluring here.
With rhythmic song and melodic stream,
Or with dancing, never has it been replete.
But still You came near to me.

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