Bhakti

I will not call Thee an ‘Ocean of Mercy' O, Lord of all my race! For what but a dropp is the boundless sea In Thy infinite Grace? How could I tell, though wrapped in prayer, My little beads of rosary When Thine is a million stars shimmering fair In effulgent pageantry. Can I be bold as to bow before Thee And take off the dust from Thy feet? When it dazzles and holds the land and sea And the multitudinous world in it. Thou that seest all things and art wise And read our hearts as we Mayest accept as much of worship as lies In my breast for Thee. Even do I feel my heart too small To enshrine Thee therein Can a tiny mustard seed hold at all The mighty Himalayas within? Whatever I wish to offer Thee is Thine However humble it is How could I venture worship One With things that are His? Thou art the Lord of all things big and small And Thy praise all-life sing Nothing in this world is mine at all Mine own self including. But what I am and what have With hope I surrender to Thee O, Merciful! into Thy Kingdom of Love Accept and receive me. [Translated by Dr. Keshab Ch. Meher]