My all I give to Thee

(3502) E prabhat amari tare

This morning, it's for me only;
This morning is for only me.
Oh sing will I, hues I'll apply;
Blooms I'll unfold, tier after tier.

Inside my mind's bejeweled hall
Is everything that becomes lost–
One and the many move in accord,
Upon a single lute-string.

Listen, oh Pilgrim Unknown,
The ruby in my gloomy home–
With rhythm and melody, sweetness replete,
I dance, Yourself encircling.

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