Mother, I offer you my anger; please turn it into devotion.
Mother, I offer you my sadness; please turn it into obsession with your lotus feet.
Mother, I offer you my hopelessness; please turn it into hope.
Mother, I offer you my fear; please turn it into wonder at your beauty.
Mother, I offer you my dead dreams; please turn them into visions.
Mother, I offer you my pierced heart; please turn it into the sun-spangled river that flows past Dakshineswar.
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