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Rh With devotion served by twice As many hands that ably hold The sharp and shining rapier bold, —Thou a weakling we are told!

Proud in strength and prowess thou art, Redeemer of thy children thou; Chastiser of aggressive foes; Mother, to thee thy child I bow.

Thou art knowledge, thou my faith. Thou my heart and thou my mind. Nay more, thou art the vital air That moves my body from behind.

Of my hands thou art the strength, At my heart devotion thou, In each temple and each shrine, To thy image it is we bow.

Durga bold who wields her arms With half a score of hands, The science-goddess, Vani too, And Lakshmi who on lotus stands,— What are they but, mother, thou, To thee in all these forms I bow!

To thee! Fortune-giver, that art To fault unknown, beyond compare, Who dost with sweetest waters flow And on thy children in thy care Dainty fruits dost rich bestow, To thee, mother, to thee I bow!

To thee I bow, that art so green And so rich bedecked; with smile Thy face doth glow; thou dost sustain And hold us—still unknown to guile! Hail thee mother! To thee I bow!

Mahendra saw that the outlaw was weeping as he sang. He then asked in wonder "Who may you be, please?"