You worship an idol made of earth, but the Mother you do not revere!

Oh blind fool, you see it not, you fail to hold her dear! | ​Year after year, you put on a show of worshipping the Divine | Seeing her cowardly children, the Mother turns to stone in shame's design. | To win her heart through devotion’s battle, no true seeker seems to strive here! | ​The clay idol dissolves in water, floating away on Vijaya’s tide | Yet the Mother’s love awakens in the sky and wind, as an sleepless, compassionate guide. | Right beside you, Her grace smiles bright— | Why don't you seek Her on that path, why look away in fear? | Idol made of earth