Thou most beautiful! Whose holy hands
Hold pleasure and hold pain! Doer of good!
Who art Thou? The water of existence
By Thee is whirled and tossed in mighty waves.
Is it, O Mother, to restore again
This universe’s broken harmony
That Thou, without cessation, art at work?
Oh! May the Mother of the universe–
In whose activity no respite rests,
Incessantly distributing the fruits
Of action done, guiding unceasingly
All action yet to come–bestow Her boon
Of blessing on me, Her child, for evermore.
I realise, I know, that it is Thou
Who holdest in Thy hands dread Karma’s rope.
Is it inherent nature? Something uncreate?
Or Destiny? Some unforeseen result?–
Who lacking nothing, is accountable,
Whose chain of will, untrammelled, grasps the laws,
May She, the Primal Guide, my shelter be!
Manifestations of Her glory show
In power of immeasurable might,
Throughout the universe, powers that swell
The sea of birth and death, forces that change
And break up the Unchanged and changed again.
Lo! Where shall we seek refuge, save in Her?
To friend and foe Thy lotus-eyes are even;
Ever Thine animating touch brings fruit
To fortunate and unfortunate alike;
The shade of death and immortality–
Both these, O mother, are Thy grace Supreme!
Mother Supreme! Oh, may Thy gracious face
Never be turned away from me, Thy child!
What Thou art, the Mother? the All. How praise?
My understanding is so little worth.
‘Twere like desire to seize with hands of mine
The sole Supporter of the universe!
So, at Thy blessed feet–contemplated
By the Goddess of Fortune Herself–the abode
Of fearlessness, worshipped by service true–
There, at those blessed feet, I take refuge!
She who, since birth, has ever led me on
Through paths of trouble to perfection’s goal.
Mother-wise, in Her own sweet playful ways,
She, who has always through my life inspired
My understanding, She, my Mother, She,
The All, is my resort, whether r my work
O’erflow with full fruition or with none.
A Hymn to the Divine Mother by Swami Vivekanand