Beloved of Rama, you, a dark cloud's embrace,
Beloved of Rama, you, in shadowed space,
By what name shall we call you, in this place?
Beloved of Rama, in your timeless grace.
The moon, they say, bears blemishes untold,
The sun, a fire, with stories to be sold,
The ocean's waves, their boundaries unfold,
The heavens high, their pride, forever bold.
Sorrow's water, still, in slumber deep,
Sorrow's water, where lost souls do weep,
By what name shall we call you, secrets to keep?
Beloved of Rama, while the silent stars sleep.
You are the lion, the valorous, bright,
You are the lion, in the darkest night,
Shattering foes, with all your might,
From the land of your birth, in pure delight.
Those who covet, with eyes that gleam,
Let not your sword, reflect their wicked dream,
Your name eternal, by deeds, it would seem,
Your name eternal, in a timeless stream.
By what name shall we call you, in the light?
Beloved of Rama, you, a dark cloud's might,
Beloved of Rama, in the fading light,
By what name shall we call you, taking flight?
Beloved of Rama, in the endless night.
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