O Mother Divine
Bless me with your mercy please
Running wayward in my life
Always bound in some strife
Your fallen son am I -
My heart's ever ill-at-ease.
I have no mantra to recite
Nor any ritual do I know
I can only call Your name
And with heart before You bow
O Mother Divine
I know not how to sing Your glories
I'm tormented by the Mahish
Of senses lodged within me
O Mother come and slay the demon -
From his trappings set me free
At Your will the cosmos runs
Shine all stars moons and suns
Creation's Source
O Vital Force
Endless are Your mysteries
O Mother Divine I know for sure
Your fallen son You won't abjure
Nor shall Your helping hand retreat
O Mother mine let me be
A speck of dust at Your lotus-feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem this thank for sharing it with us.