Translation

```

My hands are empty,

But my heart I shall unreservedly pour.

O Lord, do accept all my heart’s ignorance-ink,

As much as You can.

Lord, I tell You, I shall never be afraid

Of the torture of death.

Mother Kali of the crematorium is my very own.

At Your Feet, Lord,

I shall always keep my heart’s gratitude-receptacle.

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 3, Aum Press, 1976
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