You are the mother, the father, the all,
The kindred spirit, the friend at the call.
You are the wisdom, the fortune untold,
My everything, Lord, in stories of old.
Whose heart holds Rama, a light so divine,
Let other names fade, their glory decline,
Whose heart holds Rama, a love ever true,
Let other names vanish, replaced by you.
Whose heart holds Rama, in depths of the soul,
Let other names fall, beyond my control.
Some crave golden bodies, a form to behold,
Some seek earthly riches, more precious than gold,
Some perform acts pious, in hopes of reward,
Some boast of their giving, their praise to be poured.
Those who cherish the daughters, their hearts pure and bright,
Those who cherish the daughters, with love as their light,
Let other gifts dwindle, let treasures depart,
Whose heart holds Rama, a masterpiece of art.
Some offer devotion, within their own walls,
Some sing hymns of praise, where the temple enthralls,
Some bathe in the rivers, where waters flow free,
Some meditate deeply, seeking divinity.
Those who honor their parents, with tenderness and grace,
Those who honor their parents, in love’s warm embrace,
Let pilgrimages vanish, their journeys all done,
Whose heart holds Rama, the rising of sun.
Let other names fade, their glory decline,
Whose heart holds Rama, forever entwined.
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