If my begging bowl breaks up in smithereens
My folded palms are here
Fill them up with your sweepings
Your free gifts are thought to be cheap
They are lying here and there in plenty
They are not in great demand
From me your dear things you keep away
Fill my heart with your free gifts.
I shall not look back at what is gone
I won't hanker after what is broken
And in darkness what is lost
Shorn of the passion to build a nest
I shall freely fly in boundless space
Filling it with my music
You fill my heart with your free gifts.
Translation of the devotional song - Patrakhana jay jodi jak bhengechure - by Rabindranath Tagore. Best recording of this song is by Dwijen Mukherji. The original with its swaralipi or notation is at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/3885