Planting lofty ideals
In their heart's blossom,
Plucking themselves off
Mother's grieving bosom,
They set out on arduous paths
Strewn with thorns to greet
Unperturbed, they sought
The Supreme nectar, sweet
No bond, no song, no prayer
No worldly lure or fence
Could stop them once they heard
The whisper of Providence
They enlivened the barren
As they reached their goals
They left the air incensed
With their fragrant souls
Their noble life essence
Enshrine in hearts may we
And raise our trifling selves
In blessed births to be
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