O my queen
Today at last I accept defeat
My battle-flag lies at your feet
My immortal sword of victory
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Thou art lost in darkness, and I do not find thee,
Between thee and me today is the difference
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Save me from all smallness
O my Lord, the Graciousness!
Teach me, O Lord, no sin is worse
than the sin of pettiness.
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Let them spread jealousy, prejudice and defamation,
We will offer justice, peace and one God's proclamation.
Let them seek narrowness, pigeon-hole and mud from pond,
We will seek open space, shining light and love's bond.
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Destroy those iron gates of prison,
demolisth the blood-stained stony altars
of chain worshipping!
O youthful Shiva,
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Ever-patient, bereft of all, Mother Mine!
Never didst thou take anybody to task,
Nor find fault with any. Sitting on the
Shore of an ocean of grief dost thou
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Syama wakes on the cremation grounds
To take Her child
At the final hour
To Her lap.
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Talk to me, javas, talk to me --
What austerities did you do to get Syama Ma's feet?
Torn from your stems on illusion's plants,
Falling scattered to the ground at Her feet,
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I'll go away for good, yet won't let you forget me.
I'll turn into wind and caress your hair when you begin loosening it.
When under the spell of your tune the sky gets drowsy and
the wind cries,
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Don't welcome me,
rather plunder;
conquer me, the timid,
by the might of your heart.
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