MOTHER TERESA
JANASWAMI KODANDA RAMA SASTRY
A born sailor, thou art,
An ocean of mercy for all,
With purity in thy art,
Thou dost sweep sorrows away
A diamond sparkling in the sky!
Oh Mother, thee, an axe on all
sorrows,
A ray of unity, thou art,
Thou hast spread for brethren.
A drop of dew on tears, thou art;
A bloom of reforms,
A war on poverty,
Battle for hungry, and starved.
A door of freedom for bonded souls
Heaven on earth for those whom you love;
A garden of fruits with sweet mercy.
Thee, a goddess for the uncared for.
Thee a beacon of hope
A medicinal plant to this gloomy land.
Oh Mother, fill the world – with selfless service;
Thee the goddess, and, the diamond.
Oh Mother, across the seven seas spread compassion,
And, thy service – by this land.
Thee, a Yogini of Nishkama Karma.
Thou hast spread thy Nirmal Hriday;
Like a drop of dew on orphans.
Thee, a bloom of love and peace.
Touch of God on humanity, thou art.
Prop and succour for the parentless
Thee, a child of Albania, Thee a Mother of Bharat!
(Translated from Telugu by Rev. A. Muthaiah and J. Sambasiva Prasad)