Oh mother, Blessed I am, to be born to you
Blessed is my soul, to be nourished by your love
I don’t care if you are adorned like a queen
I don’t care if thou grant every wish, like surabhi
All I know is my courtyard is filled with the fragrance
Of your sacred presence
Of the criticisms about your lacking, I am aware
The ridicules of being backward, you had to bear
Those adorned by gold, I shun
I regard you as the glorious one
In the luster of your eyes I open my eyes
With joy I’ll grow in your holy land
Thy glory I’ll pen; thy name I’ll call
For the fortune of your service, I reject all
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