Ask me not, when, nor whichever song,
To whom I had gifted, that’d all be wrong,
On the wayside it gathers dust,
Waiting humbly since it must,
For the one who’ll know it, to come along.

Did my message find, a sympathetic ear,
A shelter in your heart perhaps — to call it near?
Although I do not know your name,
I dedicate you the treasures — all the same —
That my meditations found — for you alone dear.

Translation of Samarpan (from the collection Mahua) by Rabindranath Tagore.