You are the mother, the father, the all.
You are the kin, the friend, standing tall.
You are the wisdom, the wealth untold,
You are everything, a story to be unrolled.
You are the God, my only whole.
Whose heart embraces Rama's gentle light,
Need not whisper any other name in the night.
Whose heart embraces Rama’s grace,
Need seek no other sacred space.
Whose heart embraces Rama’s face.
Some crave a body of purest gold,
Some beg for riches, stories to be told.
Some seek merit, with generous hand,
Some boast of alms across the land.
Those who cherish daughters' sacred dowry,
Need not other alms, the story.
Whose heart embraces Rama’s gentle light.
Some at home bow down in humble prayer,
Some sing hymns within the temple there.
Some bathe in rivers, holy and grand,
Some meditate in a distant land.
Those who serve their parents with loving care,
Need no pilgrimage, the air.
Whose heart embraces Rama’s gentle light,
Need not whisper any other name in the night.
Whose heart embraces Rama’s face.
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