Shaadhona Worship by Tagore Translation By Ranu
Goddess, devotees have come to you
with many offerings;
I, the unfortunate, have brought my tears
and my ineffective prayer.
You know my hearts desire,
I had the longing but not the ability,
even then I carried the desire day and night.
I tried to string together what was in my heart,
it continuously fell to pieces,
the good, the bad, dark and light is mixed up.
Still, O pious one ,
I bring my heart and soul to you
my life’s greatest wealth___
my fruitless prayer.
O,my useless adoration
all the successful devotees are mocking me.
If only you ,Goddess could for an instant
change leer into affection__
shed one tear-drop with compassion
my useless prayer would be successful.
Goddess, many have come to sing
with numerous instruments.
I have a soundless, severed
You know I did not neglect;
I practiced countless times,
Whatever tune I had in my heart,
I used my lute with hope,
unfortunately my attempt failed__it broke the strings.
Quietly I waited all along,
brought my humble song
my beloved instrument___
a torn lute.
All your gifted followers are laughing with hatred.
If you take it in your lap
the unsung songs will take a seat in my heart!___
What was hope will blossom into music, the torn lute.
Oh, goddess I sang many songs in my life,
there were many good results;
I donated all of them to the world,
filled the whole earth.
Whoever likes it can take it,
however long it lasts, let it,
let it pick up all the fame and disgrace.
I carried out whatever I said
it is not mine, it belongs to all___
it is roaming around in different form all over the world.
Whatever greatest wealth I have
I am leaving at your feet__
failure, unsaid message, unsung song,
O my dear fruitless hope
watching this everyone is laughing in contempt.
If you my goddess will take this petty___
garland in your hand,
a new day and night will emerge with sweet fragrance;
it will make my fruitless life successful.