Oh! Goddess Saraswathy,
Pour on us your sympathy.
Being the abode of all Arts,
Bear you a smile on enduring part.
Oh! Mother, you are my light,
And you lead me to path right.
Ignorance, mine, off, you wipe
And me, you alert to facts, all type.
Be ,you with me always,
To tide over the hurdles.
Bless me please; I place
Before you my prayers.
Brighten you the dark of my mind
And strengthen me when I’m timid,
Endow me with knowledge I need,
And clear my word free from weed.
To me you are always merciful
In life, you teach me the moral,
And mix, you, in my heart’s essence
A little of aesthetics with sense.
In my throat, as my voice, you remain
And in my brain you stay as memory,
In my pen you linger as my ideas,
And help me,yes, cling to real ideals.
Boost, you always my morale,
To improve and progress my profile
Lift me if, a fall, I happen to have
Lend me, to hold, your holy hand.
You fill in me all calm and peace,
So I find a place, which is much placid.
Oh! My Lady, thou maketh none foul
And thou art my spirit and my soul.