The Music of Hindostan c11.58

c11.58

I bow before thee, O mother, who art washed clean by rivers, by raindrops, by oceans. By the help of thy life-giving waters and the free breezes born in the Malaya mountains thy crops yield and thy fruit-trees bear. A thousand thousand nurtured on thy lap are making prayer to the Almighty Father and to thee. O mother Durga, in your ten hands you have as many weapons always ready to protect your children. But because we have lost our devotion therefore you have no sympathy for us.