তোমার সোনার থালায় সাজাব আজ
tomar shonar thalay shajabo aaj
(Tagore's own translation)
Your golden salver decorate
I will with woeful tears today
Oh Mother wreathe I will for you
A necklace of pearly teardrops
The sun and moon like an anklet
Embrace and embellish your feet
The ornaments forged with my woe
Will find a place at your bosom
Earthly goods are your gifts
Bless me if you so wish
If not do take them back
Sorrow is but my very own
You are the one to judge it’s worth
That gem you buy offering me your grace
My sole honour and pride it is
tomar shonar thalay shajabo aaj
(Tagore's own translation)
Your golden salver decorate
I will with woeful tears today
Oh Mother wreathe I will for you
A necklace of pearly teardrops
The sun and moon like an anklet
Embrace and embellish your feet
The ornaments forged with my woe
Will find a place at your bosom
Earthly goods are your gifts
Bless me if you so wish
If not do take them back
Sorrow is but my very own
You are the one to judge it’s worth
That gem you buy offering me your grace
My sole honour and pride it is
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