Your power who know
Your generosity who would realise
The world is an illusion created by you
Saints believe and the wise
The weak fall down; the powerful rise
Who make one weak and the other strong
Who gives knowledge of what is right
And what is wrong
Mother, it is You
So we sing your songs
Ceaseless battle between evil and good
Will never stop whoever ever could
Life goes on as it should
For that’s the way You observe this world