Everything I have and reap
Lyrics, wealth that I may keep,
What I see and what I hear,
All my labor, fruits I bear,
Every service old and new,
I know will be my gifts to you.

My morn and dusk will bloom unseen
In the heart's own ardent green
With joy and ardor as they shine
Will be your presents O divine

To tune this Veena now I learn
You will teach me, in my turn
A music which befits your way
With your Veena thus in play

Your bliss that fills the cup of life
Rousing happiness and strife,
Is a tribute that you offer me
Forever yours that it should be

Everything that I receive
Auspicious in the life I live
Will offer me the glory true
As I surrender them to you.

Published in Parabaas August, 2010 (22-she Sraban, 1417)