Dark clouds never failed
In enhancing the Beauty of  Infinite Sky.
Nor even the black spots scattered
Over the Full Moon on the Pournima day.

Ma, but the clouds of my ignorance
Ever fail miserably me
In reaching Thy lovely Lotus Feet
Throwing away from Thee.

Would Thou heal the wound, named Ignorance?
Afflicting the mind, the Turbulent & Violent.
The habituated grains ingrained, named desires;
None ever dared count these unnumbered!

Thou art the Ocean of Knowledge
Filled with endless waves of Unconditional Love
Clasping the little one in Thy Hands
Heal me from the disease of Ignorance.

— Sridhar