We sing praise of Parasakthi.
How was she formed?
That’s what is not known.
Isn’t she the born mother; from the almighty “self”.
From what was she formed?
How did she form from the almighty “self”? Don’t know.
Creation is not known to the eyes.
Not known even to the wisdom.
Death is known to the eyes; But not known to the wisdom.
Life is about praising the Sakthi; The benefit of this is attaining pleasure.
For the heart to be clear; For the life force to have speed and heat; For the body to have peace and strength.
Living is getting the blessings of Maha Sakthi.
We are living.
We again praise the Maha Sakthi, who makes us live.
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