Beyond the most beautiful words in the world, Above the most glorious hymns ever heard Too wonderful to be expressed with fine art, Is our Devi Dayambike, Queen of my heart A writer whose mind is as clear as the heavens Can easily find the right words for a scene Words that will fail time and again, To tell of the wonder I feel When Her silence and peace is revealed Beyond the most beautiful . . . . . . . . A painter beholds endless colors in a rainbow, And easily finds the right yellow for the sun Paintings will fail time and again To convey the beauty I see In Her face that is formless and free Beyond the most beautiful . . . . . . . . A singer who holds all the knowledge of the ragas Can easily choose the right one for the dawn Melodies fail time and again To reach the most beautiful key One She holds for a door within me Beyond the most beautiful . . . . . . . .