In Thy cosmic drama, Mother
Stricken by the terrible arrows**
From the wings had fallen a feather
It’s none other than Thy child.

In Thy cosmic delusion
Whirl even the Great Gods
It’s no miracle or wonder
Thy child is a blown out feather.

Vast universes and galaxies
Perish and Vanish like tiny bubbles
It’s no wonder or miracle
Thy child perishes once deluded.

May the gentle breeze of Thy Grace
Ever blow out Thy feather like child
But only unto Thy Blessed Feet,
But only unto Thy Lotus Feet.

** Kama Deva’s (God of Love) five powerful arrows.