Invocation To Freedom

Mother, those that hungering seek thy grace And offer to thee their life and love, Howbeit consigned to dungeons here, They'd qualify for a place in Heaven. Those unvisited by your grace, Mother, Must exult in being slaves; Albeit inhabiting palaces, They breathe the air of prison cells. Winning your grace through heroic deeds Many Western peoples now live a new life; They've achieved all, being always ready To make the supreme sacrifice. Alas, born in a hapless land Which remembers not the glories lost, Knowing the power of your grace, Mother, How best may I propitiate thee? I call these Light! Nectar of the brave! Preserver of the righteous! Destroyer of suffering and deceit! I call for the descent of your grace. [Translated into English By S. Prema]