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“Gouranga is compassion incarnate,
O Sri Gourachandra, torrent of rasa,
for what fault am I denied?
You were Nanda's child indeed,
you played the flute, mellow tune on lips,
you appeared radiant at Nadiya,
to redeem sentient beings.

Only I was denied, why?

Your name, which redeems the wretched,
is hummed around your lotus feet
by nectar-craving, honey bee-like devotees

I, a naive sinner, a parched, pining skylark
take refuge at your feet, O Gouranga.
- Shija Laiobi�
â€� Arundhati Subramaniam”
― Arundhathi Subramaniam, Wild Women: Seekers, Protagonists and Goddesses in Sacred Indian Poetry