Dusk is falling
Lamps are lit.
The autumn air is cool and still.
The bells are calling from afar
Come join in Mother's adoration hour.
I enter slowly, but heartbeats race
Will I see her face to face.
My body trembles,
How shall I greet,
May I touch Her holy feet.
The air is filled with incense smoke
The priest prostrates in reverent pose.
The Mother in regal spiendour stands
Enrobed in silks of red and gold.
Her golden crown and jewels shine
And dazzle every human eye.
Hibiscus, roses, marigold
In garlands fragrant her form enfold.
Compassion fills her lustrous eyes
her coral lips are half-asmile.
One hand is raised to grant us boons
The other dispels our deepest fears.
Her beauty is beyond compare
With radiance of a thousand moons.
A shimmering mist is all around
My eyes adazzle, I fall aground
In adoration profound.
Beyond the bounds of time and space
Flows the Mother's endless grace.
The drums are beating rhythmic time,
The cymbals sound a resonant chime.
The bells are ringing loud and clear
Conchshells sounding everywhere,
Scent of incense fills the air,
Devotees voices raised in prayer
The Mother's here, the Mother's here.
Glory to the Mother evermore.
Besides the Mother's shining form
A lovely maiden stands alone.
Gently turning with her hands
A silken fan of rainbow hues.
The priest begins the evening prayer
With sonorous chanting deep and clear.
Then he takes the incense urn
And all around the Mother turns.
O Holy incense, fragrant smoke
Your perfume does the Mother cloak.
Next he takes the golden lamp
Ablaze with myriad dancing flames.
Waves in circles around Her form,
Around, around, and all around
Joy in every heart abounds.
O Holy lamp of brilliant light
Blest you to be in Mother's sight.
Now it is the lotus red
May you ever at her feet repose.
The worship's over, silence falls.
My heart is filled with love sublime
In the mirror of my heart
I only see the Mother's face.
O Mother Divine, from my heart I pray
Grant to me Thy wondrous Grace.
My only refuge is Thy lotus feet.
Nothing else I choose to seek.
In the quiet of my mind
Sounds the music of Thy voice.
My will surrendered to Thee rests
Do with me as Thou thinks best. |
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