Divine Shrine Vavroovahana Patra Poem by vavroovahana patra

On the shrine ye stand with a flute in the afternoon;
With an innocent heart, with a garland of blossoms I pray for the boon.
Oh, loving dear, I be mentally clear, serene and pure to get your bliss;
In the mom and eve, in dawn and dusk I come and go cherish a little peace.

The shrine is pure with the aroma of flower;
The abode illuminates with the fire, vibrates in eve's prayer.
Perfumed with sandal's glamorous odour;
The devotees reach with light to adore.

I come to thee with fragrant flower;
How pleasantly you are desirous and fair.
To-day, returning back with empty hand from your bosom;
Tomorrow, I would not be back, receiving the garland of bliss that blossom.