Your current intense and serene enchantment,
Your eternal youth and sensual movement,
Your perpetual presence and abiding dignity,
Makes ‘Bo’ wonder about your enormous longevity, O Narmade.
Through eternity and times,
Through history and rhymes,
Through mountains and meadows,
You are still a young and green ado, O Narmade.
Creation of planets, destruction of stars,
Birds and beasts, peasants and Czars,
War and worship, exodus and subsistence,
You seem to have witnessed every existence, O Narmade.
From birth to pyre, life is a transient yarn,
But it appears laws are unalike for gods and human,
From Amarkantak to the Arabian Sea,
But for disruptive twists, you are intransient see, O Narmade.
Temples and Ghats numerous all along your course,
Dargah and Church are also facets in your discourse,
Pious and the spiritual that you are to every source,
You are the divine force, O Narmade.
Your Parikrama is a pilgrimage supreme,
That powers man to the universal light,
Today however we have dammed your stream,
That’s powers our lives with the modern light, O Narmade.
Blessed are the birds and mammals that you touch,
Blessed are also the fish and plants that you shelter,
For they easily survive life’s rigorous torch,
Because of your generosity and motherly tweeter, O Narmade.