They tell me it's the finest thing
Their eyes have ever seen.
They tell me I can wash my sins
Away, and leave there free,
But everyone who's been there
Is more badly stained than me.
| Two images I cast: | May kingships benefit the land |
| the moon's intention | and wisdom grow in scholar's hand. |
| and man's invention. | May Shiva see my faith on Earth |
| and make me free of all rebirth. |