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O Lord of the hosts! Shine in radiance, his eyes - in whose heart is your name; Who fathoms your ends? The earth, sky and stars pay homage to him and fear fears him, whom your shadow protects: O Lord of the hosts! Wealth finds him in whatever he does who earns the blessing of your love, and a shoreless boat is he who has not found you whose benevolent eyes keep watch over all shattering the storms of sins, whose glory never ebbs; Becomes a master of destiny, even forgetting the world, who has found your grace, come riding the mouse - O Lord of the hosts! Anointed of the dust of your foot on his forehead, who lives mortal here, immortal nectars cannot tempt him - he can drink venom smiling; Just by the shadow of your grace the wheel of the chariot of time moves and by a spark of your ire abodes of demons burn; The minions of enemies stand defeated, miraculous, boon become into this world, comes your name: O Lord of the hosts! Glory, glory to the dear one adorned of peacock-feathers!
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Shree Ganesha Deva | Indian Film Music project
O Lord of the hosts! Shine in radiance, his eyes - in whose heart is your name; Who fathoms your ends? The earth, sky and stars pay homage to him and fear fears him, whom your shadow protects: O Lord of the hosts! Wealth finds him in whatever he does who earns the blessing of your love, and a shoreless boat is he who has not found you whose benevolent eyes keep watch over all shattering the storms of sins, whose glory never ebbs; Becomes a master of destiny, even forgetting the world, who has found your grace, come riding the mouse - O Lord of the hosts! Anointed of the dust of your foot on his forehead, who lives mortal here, immortal nectars cannot tempt him - he can drink venom smiling; Just by the shadow of your grace the wheel of the chariot of time moves and by a spark of your ire abodes of demons burn; The minions of enemies stand defeated, miraculous, boon become into this world, comes your name: O Lord of the hosts! Glory, glory to the dear one adorned of peacock-feathers!
reworked a little bit from: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1259835/shree-ganesha-deva-indian-film-music-project-1/
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
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