Guest guest Posted November 30, 1999 Report Share Posted November 30, 1999 I will complain more If you grant me this boon Mother, I will complain no more Teach me to think constantly of thee Like a river rushing with great speed Towards her beloved ocean Constantly, in a steady stream May all my thoughts Dripping with love, flow towards thee Teach me this alone O mother Then I will complain no more Millions of births I will cheerfully endure As a dog or as a worm Or as a soaring bird In a burning hell or a blissful heaven I will live with a smile Thinking of thee O ocean of mercy I beg thee with love Please give me this boon Teach me O Ma To constantly think of thy feet Then I will complain no more. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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