You Are Anchors, You Are The Four Directions, You Are Woman

You are anchors, you are the four directions, you are woman

You are the crown, you are the kohinoor

You are the rising sun

You are woman

You are anchors

You are a possibility, you are emotion, you are the power of humanity

You are woman

You are divine lakshmi

You are the divine chaavi of the soul

You are the divine dancer

You are divine gothic apsara

You are the divine fifth element, you are chandni

You are the inspiration of the soul, to be with the divine

You are woman

You are anchors

You are woman

We offer the world in our devotion, at your feet

You are the divine veil of the soul

You are the kind loving heart

You are the divine smile, even in hardships

You are the truth of the soul

You live your life, on your strength, with a happy heart

You are woman

You are anchors

You are woman

You are the divine shield against total destruction

 you are a divine soul

You are woman

You are the inspiration, for what man can do for a man

You are anchors

You are woman

You are divine

Your step is on the land of dev indra

You are the divine secret of the world

You bestow the loving-kindness, to the anger of the mind

You are the four directions

You all live hand in hand together in life, in peace

You are anchors

You are woman

You are the reason for the soul

You are divine

You are anchors

You are woman

You are the gift of the divine

You are pure, you are chaste

You are the light of the world

You are the shadow of the cloud,

Over the deep blue sky, blazing like the sun

You are soul

You are divine

You are woman

The soul is awake, only the physical being gets angry

The physical being makes enemies

Anger leads to repentance

Enmity is destruction

You are the benevolent difference between anger and enmity

You are anchors

You are divine

You are woman

You are soul

The words of the divine echo in the shastra

The soul is immortal, the physical being if for a finite time

The ills of the physicals beings riff-raff closest near and dear one,

In hand in glove, with his friends

Gave the food laced with poison, gave the drink laced with poison

With permission from the four directions, the anchors

The anchors, the four directions, gave the permission

To test their own belief of the soul

And also to test, whether, it is all nonsense, or their true belief, of faith in their own self soul

 we drank and ate the poisoned laced food and drink also

To give the test, of the devotion of the soul

 the end of the mortal being is not there yet, time is still there

When the hell, befell, on the riff-raff closets near and dear one's friends

They came running with their folded hands

Still with their wile bag of lies

At the door of the four directions, the anchors

The anchors, the four directions, saw thru their wile lies

From the eyes of their belief of faith, of their own self souls

Tests and tests, life is one test

The anchors, the four directions also gave many tests

For the belief of faith, of their own self souls

You did not get tired, but you got fed up,

But, your spirit, of bring them on, intact

You are divine

You are anchors

You are woman

The ills of the physical beings did not give up

They remained focused on taking your endless tests

To the combined numerous strength, of the worlds,

Paplu – taplu , aare gare – nathu khare , tattu – panju , tucchae – tatpunjia and shanaa

Of the ills of the physical beings

The anchors, the four directions also gave

The last test by fire, of the belief of their faith in their own self souls

The ills of the physical beings became mute with numbness

The words got stuck in their throat

No po escaped from behind, no ou escaped from the front

The ills of their physical existence befell on them

They all then came only at the doorsteps

Of the four directions, the anchors

To pay their respectful homage with devotion, to the anchors, the four directions

And in the belief of faith in the own souls of the anchors, the four directions

You are anchors

You are the blessing of the divine

You are woman

What you do not know, we are the devotee of neel kanth as well

You are polite

You are all heart

You are a blessing

Every soul bow to you in respect with folded hands

You are anchors

You are the belief of faith of your own self soul

You are four directions

You are divine Lakshmi

You are divine chaavi of the soul

You are the divine dancer

You are the divine gothic apsara

You are a divine fifth element, you are chandni

You are the depth of the ocean

You are woman

Our heartfelt devotion to you

You are woman

There are some shanna , riff raff , blind in their brains

They do not understand the game of the players

They do not know, they do not listen, to the voice of their own soul

They live only on the physical existence, of the ills of their physical being

In their own arrogance

Neither are they wise, nor are they players

The game is from the players

And not from the shanaa and the riff-raff

The game is of the masters of the game

The players are from the game

Soul is cosmic

Directions are cosmic

Woman is cosmic

You are woman

You are the blessing of the divine

You are woman

Our heartfelt devotion to you

You are woman

The soul is the devotee, the divine is the creator

You are the belief, the link, between the soul and the divine

You are woman

You are divine

You are nakhra – the divine mannerism, that mesmerizes the divine and the mortal, alike

You are anchors , you are the four directions

You are woman

You are sitting all upset, with air puffed up in your lovely cheeks

Waiting for me to write the poem on you

Before you give me the answer

So, now I have written the poem

Now tell the “pramukh b”, to send the reply from your side

You are anchors, you are the four directions

You are woman

You are divine

This is my game, this is my charkyvu, this is my rachna, this is my script

And I also forget my script

What you do not know, we are the devotee of yamraj as well

                  

Lage raho munna bhai

The final is yet to be played

All of you keep getting yourself screwed