English
O Lord, tell me by what name should I call You, and remain engrossed in what ideation? I see the crimson dawn and listen to the chirping of birds through ears. All these are due to Your grace. When I was an infant totally helpless, You kept me in the lap of mother. To this helpless, You provided father’s chest, brother and mercy of Guru. Whatever is mine all is given by You. On this earth, I have no contribution. This mind of mine, this life of mine, that too You have mercifully given.
