Woman the Love-Divine,
By Her grace,
In us manifests and shines.
She is Goddess Kali in every woman,
And the Brahman at the same time,
Me a vagabond, sing, sing her rime.
Hers is the origin of Divine -mother hood,
She creates and recreates any mood,
With her wink, men her slave, dance and fight,
Accept drudgery with uncertain ride.
Her own resource and coverage demand worship,
Hey Man remember your mother, and for her love,
At her divine feet kneel, and weep! .
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