Only Your Grace Can Make Me Humble. Poem by Subrata Ray

Make me soft and simple,
And remove the sense of profit and gain,
Enrich me day by day, pouring infinite pain.

Hold me in your right hand,
Kill the ego that in me stands,
Let my heart,
Be not apart,
From my comrade’s wretched state,
Let me not, ever be fraught to the decree of Fate.

This instinct born ego, causes unrest,
And sets the life to never ending desire,
Be a malignant fate, to all ego’s gate,
And with your grace grant the prayer.

In life’s main, keep me empty and low,
So that my container, may receive your pains,
And my humble, to you ever remain low.