The Abode of all Arts
The divine Goddess Saraswathy,
Pour on us your sympathy.
Being the abode of all Arts,
You bear a smile as an enduring part.
Be with us always,
To tide over the hurdles.
Bless us, we place
Before you our prayers.
Oh! Mother, you are my light,
And you lead me to pavement right.
Ignorance of mine, off, you wipe
And alert me to facts of good type.
Brighten, you, the dark of my mind
And strengthen me, whenever I’m timid,
Endow me with knowledge I need,
And clear my word free from weed.
To me you are always merciful
And of life, you teach me the moral,
Mix, you, in my heart’s essence
A little of aesthetics, essential.
In my throat, as my sound, you remain
And in my brain you stay as memory,
In my pen you linger as ideas,
And make me 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 that I can find a place, placid.
Oh! My Lady, thou art my core
And thou art my spirit and soul.