I bow before you - O Mother Ganga
Like your son Devavratha did, for his father.
Take me away from this worldly web
Away from sorrow , farther and father.
On your lap many a poor peasant has had his last
Through the ages present and past
Reaching the Lotus feet has thus been furious and fast
Under the gentle spell that you have always cast.
Allow me to lie on your lap, one last time
In life, I see no further rhyme
Allow me to sleep forever, and cease to chime
I can't hope to have an end more sublime.
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