Oh Ananta krishna, what can I offer you
I do know any specific method of prayer
I do not know the mantras right
Nor can I pronounce them right nor do I know their meanings
My language is faulty
My expression are erratic
My heart filled with love is all I can offer you
Flowers are small and inadequate to offer
I offer you the flowers of my love thoughts
I wash your feet with waters of love and devotion
I anoint you with sandalwood paste of love
I offer you the lamp of my devotion and love of my soul
All this I offer to you oh Krishna
With complete devotion
Accept them oh creator of the universe.
