Saint poet Tulasidasa
Rightly said 'Let the filth
Of the sense of mine,
Be burnt.'(Manasa, Uttara,117A)
I pray, O my dear,
Let my heart gets purified
By total renunciation of affinity
Of an egoistic notion
And sense of mine.
Let me burn myself
Every moment at your feet,
Let me surrender everything
That are with me, as
I know nothing is mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who am I we should ask ourselves every moment.