ONE may dare to campare Thee
With a cloudless sky or with the full moon without spots;
With the ocean of milk after the poison Kalakuta,
the fire Badaba and the mount Mandara come out.
Or with a sandalwood tree cluster without cobras
Yet, are there similees fit enough Mother?
Without ever thinking for a moment that thy feet may get crushed,
I am hurling myself on Thy feet like a boulder rushing
down the steep slopes, eager to reach the hill’s feet.
How are you forgiving me still Mother?
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Attachment for some denotes human nature. Attachment for all denotes Godhead.
– Mother