When I am chuck'd away and drop alone,
Condemn'd feel I to the infernal void
In horrifying silence and isolation;
Befall me curse of living soul devoid.
Comes then my mother wiping off my sorrow,
As I revive by mistress' rallying brace
And with my daughter's charming entry, flow
In torrent streams of love, peace, and happiness.
Maa, Mama, Madam--with their strength endures
My life the mundanities deadly abound;
In gracious healing touch of saintly allures,
The whole turns heavenly these angels around.
O paragons of virtues, in your honour
I dedicate my life and rites forever!
Condemn'd feel I to the infernal void
In horrifying silence and isolation;
Befall me curse of living soul devoid.
Comes then my mother wiping off my sorrow,
As I revive by mistress' rallying brace
And with my daughter's charming entry, flow
In torrent streams of love, peace, and happiness.
Maa, Mama, Madam--with their strength endures
My life the mundanities deadly abound;
In gracious healing touch of saintly allures,
The whole turns heavenly these angels around.
O paragons of virtues, in your honour
I dedicate my life and rites forever!
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