XXI
I can hear the bells chiming far in perfect harmony
With the merry songs of the retreating birds
And merging with the booming blow of conch shells
All in thy peacing love and calming bliss
XXII
When volcanoes sentenced by you to imprisonment
Under the deep sea become restless and furious
Hurl molten lava in protest making perilous tsunamic tide
Calm them down and save us from the disastrous waves
XXIII
You have taught me my master to adore beauty, but
Beauty that springs from dirt will wilt and fall into the dirt
Lotus so beautiful and sacred blooms in muddy lakes
Unless picked and offered will wither and fall into the mud
XXIV
I was in search of a flower, full of beauty and grandeur,
That has never been offered to thee unto this hour
At last when I found it I feel not picking it hurting
It’s pain is of more concern to me than to earn your blessings
XXV
Lotus blooms with the ambition to be caressed by the sun
Waterlilies for a love filled look of the distant moon
When their hearts are filled they wilt and wither and fall
Forget my discontents my lord, fill my heart before I fall
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