O, primal grace
In immersion
I do oblation
And weep my tears, shivering
Beneath thy surface waves
O, Mother Ganga! sustainer
Of all that IS
Reveal,
My waning strength
Put me not
In thy call
O, Mother Ganga, lest
I will forget myself
In purity of thy thought
Cleanse me
With no form human
Nor any definition so
Even if, aloof thy sail
Let the journey
Pal me across
Towards thy flow
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