Let the unlimited arrogance of mine
be crushed down completely by Thy frequent stinging strokes
with the help of Thy hammer-like hand
and let me be fortunate enough to stand
with folded hands like an embodiment of love and humility,
even before the meanest and most insignificant beast on earth.
Let my head soil itself
in the sacred dust of Thy feet and bow down forever,
the head habituated to remain heaven-high heady
with the intoxication of power and fame.
For only the lightest dust flies at the shy.
And even water when transformed into steam moves upwards.
That I have come to learn from the wise.
- Shri Yogeshwarji