Accept Me As I've Come

Here I come, Oh! Here I am

With eyes filled with tears

And body cracked due to drought

To your shrine, even in my tattered regalia

I come to your shrine

And as I’ve come, I’ve come not to ask

Not for a pesewa, a penny

Nor even for a pin.

But with a little cola

I took with me; I come to offer from a fat heart.

Accept me and accept my offering

As I kneel in your shrine.

Oh! God of my father’s fathers

Despise me not, for my rotten teeth

And my bushy armpits

As I raise my voice and hands in praises and adoration.

Let not the sight of them poison your Mercies,

Your kindness and your forgiving nature.

Nor deafen your ears

And make all your praises I sing gibberish

But even in my bad breath

Please do find a sweet scent of Gratitude

A scent of appreciation.

As you sit on your throne.

For even if you cannot take me with my sight

I will require you to hide thy face and

Spare me your nose and ears

For even as I am I complain not because I cannot

Afford neither a toothpick nor a razor

I am much grateful

For if I cannot afford a tooth pick and a razor

You pick and raise me each day

So I can afford a life.