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I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
The ceremony involves the taking of five vows (panch vartaman): not to commit adultery or robbery, not to consume intoxicants or meat and not to lie. The initiator then pours water over the initiates hands, gives him a Sanskrit shloka, Shri Krishna twam gatirmama, meaning Shri Krishna thou art my refuge.
Om Jai Jagdish Hare (Hindi: ॐ जय जगदीश हरे) is a Hindu religious song written by Shardha Ram Phillauri. [1] It is a Hindi-language composition dedicated to the deity Vishnu, popularly sung during the ritual of arti.
Thou art the peer of Soma, yea, thou art the equal of the Sun, The peer of all the Gods art thou: therefore we call thee hitherward. I am the speaker here, not thou: speak thou where the assembly meets. Thou shalt be mine and only mine, and never mention other dames. If thou art far away beyond the rivers, far away from men,
Dvaita of Madhvacharya - Sa atmaa-tat tvam asi in Sanskrit is actually Sa atma-atat tvam asi or 'Atma (Self), thou art, thou art not God". In refutation of Mayavada (Mayavada sata dushani), text 6, tat tvam asi is translated as "you are a servant of the Supreme ( Vishnu )".
Mahakali is most often depicted in blue/black complexion in popular Indian art. Her most common four armed iconographic image shows each hand carrying variously a crescent-shaped khadha, khatval sword , a trishul (trident), a severed head of a demon and a bowl or skull-cup ( kapala ) catching the blood of the severed head.
This "I love you, Mom" card from My Free Printable Cards has a cute crossword-style message on a pink and white pinstripe background. Related: 15 Seriously Sweet Valentine's Day Cupcakes We Love 11.
Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: