All is He my spirit will attest, The Avatar supreme is our guest, The Mother of Creation takes no rest And through Their intercession we are blessed.
In this field of human endeavor fraught with trial We labor with ego's rule unconsciously Along with entities that use their guile Hoping to enjoin us skillfully,
To abandon our tasks and rest and sleep awhile. They impose a vital force to make us cease, And in their vile authoritative style They would like their empty power to increase.
We few will silently wait upon Your will To obliterate the darkness existing still.
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