Thy kind, genial glance be,
Ills plague us, Thee doth stroy.
All life prospers in joy,
'neath Thy safe shelter.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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