To scale the mountains of my ignorance Is truly more than a Herculean task A tapasya of an old and useless sense, Invoking Mother all I need is ask!
We seem to hide from Her continually Hesitating to tell our darkest sins, For who but She can bring finality So that the road to Truth begins.
This world appears to us a field of woe And even prayers seem weak and pale When darkness comes on earthly soil to grow, And yet I know Her vision cannot fail.
Soon descend, O Lord, I invoke Thy Will Of evil's games I have had my fill.
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