I am begging alms holding my begging bowl
before Thy Mansion’s gate.
I know that I am not fit by myself to take some thing
from Thee and my riches are too much to ask for anything.
That is Why I am begging for Thy love Mother!!
My ignorant eyes may be visualising my knowlede as
growing with each minute and that may be the reason
why I try to convince others about this and that
though I myself am blind.
Won’t Thou burn away this knowledge of mine Mother!!
Art Thou waiting for an auspicious hour to come to me Mother?
Though no less a sage that Vasishtha selected the hour
for Rama’s Marr age, the exile of Rama and Sita
for fourteen years, and the death of Dasaradha and
Sita’s kidnapping by Ravana-all has occurred Mother!
I know that Thy strength is more than that of the auspicious hour Mother!
Please come over Mother!!
As the rain that harmis not the green grass or the
budding nor could cleanse away the dust,
Thy words, that pain no one are able to cleanse
away our hearts Mother.