I may have a thousand talents-
but all are worldly entanglements
if not used to praise you, O Satguru, my Lord!
All useless unless used to glorify Your Name.
Give me such a talent, my Guru-
a talent that may please You.
Oh how can I please You?
You are said to be Paarbrahm, the Beyond Soul,
You are infinite, the Greatest, Our Holy Father.
O Lord - just what am I! Oh so insignificant!
What could I possibly do to earn your loving grace, O Hari!
Forgive me, Lord, forgive me-
I am such a sinner!