To the provider of those in need, I pray
That should there be another soul in need
Whose need is more desperate than mine
Attend Thee first to my fellow being
And you would have attended to me.
To the protector of those in fear
Kindly lend courage to the meek
For from fear comes failure
And failures, misery.
Lend courage to my friend.
For where a friend fails
There is little success for me
O! Bhairava, I know
That I am but a little commah
In the Epic called life.
Place me in places where I shall make sense,
Let there be a greater meaning to my life
And that meaning be far greater than I.
Bhairava is the Lord of Time