O Lord of compassion, you have a
single tusk, four arms,
A vermilion mark of on your forehead, and ride on a
mouse.
People offer you betel leaves, blossoms, fruits
And sweets, while
saints and seers worship you.
Glory to you, O Lord Ganesha!
Born of
Parvati, daughter of the Himalayas, and the great Shiva.
You bestow
vision on the blind, chastened body on the leprous,
Children on the sterile,
and wealth on the destitute.
We pray to thee day and night, please bestow
success upon us.
Glory to you, O Lord Ganesha!
Born of Parvati,
daughter of the Himalayas, and the great Shiva.
I guess I'm supposed to write something here. I really don't have anything fantastic to talk about at the moment. Sorry. I'll think of something eventually. I have writers block at the moment..... *annoyed sigh*