In Thy cosmic drama, Mother
Stricken by the terrible arrows*
From the wings ’d fallen a feather
It’s Thy child, living like sparrows.

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

Vast universes, galaxies unnumbered
Ushh … perish and Vanish like tiny bubbles
Mother, these are no wonders or miracles
Even 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 Lovely Lotus Feet.

– Sridhar

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