Don't heed what they say, the heart's cruel decree,
Or carry the cross of borrowed knowing.
You are the water, heed the Master's plea.
What gain in lingering, in trailing, in showing?
The moments slip by.
You cannot bathe within my Ganges' flow,
Nor in my Yamuna’s embrace.
You cannot bathe within my Ganges' flow,
Nor in my Yamuna's space.
The sky opens wide above your brow, feet rooted,
Who will caress you, worship every pore?
The paths are oceans, all battles fought, oh mother,
The city's eye, you make the false adore.
You cannot bathe within my Ganges' flow,
Nor in my Yamuna’s embrace.
You cannot bathe within my Ganges' flow,
Nor in my Yamuna's space.
In your eyes, the light.
Tomorrow's roots, the colored stream.
The world descends, a sweet, encompassing dream,
When the proud head bows, and sleeps.
Don't break the thread, the self-wrought pain.
You are the goddess, be at peace,
And the fresh scent of your feet.
Do not turn back.
The shadows will roar.
You cannot bathe within my Ganges' flow,
Nor in my Yamuna’s embrace.
You cannot bathe within my Ganges' flow,
Nor in my Yamuna's space.
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