You never discriminate, and whatever you accept, you completely incinerate
Every auspicious event is marked by your presence
Everyone circumambulates around you in reverence
Like all sentient beings, you seem to have a life of your own
Just like the fabric of life, which is intricately woven
You remain still in the absence of wind
When you rage, there is nothing that isn’t singed
In the aftermath, there is no life left, barring a few
This is the beginning of mother nature’s coming anew
Your glow provides warmth to the withered heart
When the smoldering embers die, is when one gets to the saddest part
No offering to the Divine is complete without you
The leaping flames signify that the Gods have accepted it without further ado
You are the constant companion of the sages
This has been a practice since the ages
They look upon you as a part of their existence
As you are the one that provides sustenance
The fire within the ascetic burns bright,
Bringing ancient wisdom to light
When the pyre is lit with fire,
You help douse all the desires
From a single lit lamp to the blazing Sun
You truly are the magnificent one.
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