I will lay down on the ground beneath your altar

ওই আসনতলের মাটির 'পরে লুটিয়ে রব
Oi ashontoler maatir pore

I will lay down on the ground beneath your altar
Let the dust at your feet besmear me

Why bequeath honour and push me away
Do not distract me thus throughout my life
Pull me down to your feet in disgrace
Let the dust at your feet besmear me

I will stay behind all your wayfarers
Give me a place below all others
So many rush to partake of your grace
I will not ask for anything, I will merely gaze
I will be happy with whatever is left at the end