Shatakatraya 3.100

3.100

Mother Earth, Father Wind, Friend Fire, Good Kin Water,
Brother Space: to you this final salutation with folded hands is offered!
Through the boundless, shining, pure knowledge born of merit produced by association with you,
the power of all delusion is cast aside, and I dissolve into the Supreme Brahman.
Whose bed is a stone rock, home a mountain cave, clothing the bark of trees,
deer their companions, sustenance the tender fruits of trees,
whose customary drink is waterfall water, and whose woman for delight is learning—
them I consider supreme lords, if their hands are never folded in servitude at the head.