‘TEARS’
By Dr. M. MANSINHA
(Rendered
from Oriya)
Of
all, my Lord, that Thou hast blessed me with
The
richest are the tears born of sorrow;
And
those too are mine offerings best, at Thy feet,
–A
garland of pearls gathered from the depths of my heart.
Poor,
helpless, ignorant and crippled,
Have
I been of little use to Life;
Watching
World’s misery in heart’s agony,
Merely
have I shed tears impotent.
Flows
out mine own agony in those hot little drops
Along
with the sorrows of the World,
Those
are my soul’s only prayer at Thy feet
–Those
tears, hot, telling, ceaseless and pure.
Of
those countless pearls culled out of my unmeasured
misery
and offered to Thee
May
I ever hope to get an account, my Lord?