Offering of Devotion

=OFFERING OF DEVOTION=

Kindling the lamp of hope within my mind,

I invite the moth of devotion to burn,

To attain the lotus feet of the Divine,

In temple courtyards, within domestic shrines,

On streets and pathways, I chant Radha-Govind.

Lost in the wheel of worldly illusion,

Bound by the six passions, I lose my eternal essence,

Constantly contemplating the Supreme,

Chanting Sita-Ram, Radhe-Shyam,

To banish all evil desires from the heart.

Wearing a white cap on my head, keeping a slight beard and mustache,

I rush eagerly to the mosque's courtyard,

Sitting down on bending knees, joining both palms,

Bowing low, I recite the Namaz with heart and soul.

At the Dharasor pagoda and Mahima Tungi & Church 

I offer my prayers, bowing my head in reverence,

With an anguished heart and tears in my eyes,

I offer my worship, remembering inner griefs.

I saw, experienced, and came to know

The supreme glory of prayer filled with devotion,

Wealth, kindred, youth, and pride are fleeting and untrue,

While God alone is Truth—the single, radiant embodiment

Of the grace of all faiths.

(Composed by: © Abadhoot Panda, Cuttack)