Just like the cemetery ash smeared on Maheshwara,
So is death inevitable in life, so is praise worthy to the Most High
Just like the cemetery ash smeared on Maheshwara,

So is directing the pleasure of life, taking it for a ride
and not being misled into the strife


Critics of the herbs are just ignorant speakers,
Who Never had seen the light of the strange mystic powers,
Coming out of Mother earth enlivening the flowers,

Blessings flow, blessings for one and one another.

Forget legislature and you are doomed for atrophy

Few good men say nothing and there goes your liberty
So how to fight this mind-war they have unto thee?
Promote blessings and live in the blessed prosperity.

Chorus
Never forget how you born and grew up to be you
Who you were with before you came to

Show no hard face to anyone, be true
In every heart, there lies your prabhu.