A patch of land I want, Parashakthi –
Give me a patch of land.
On that patch of land, Parashakthi,
I want a house built for me.
Its pillars decorated, Parashakthi,
And balconies painted white.
Palm tress beside the well, Parashakthi,
With long fronds and tender nuts
Ten or Twelve. Those palms, Parashakthi,
The coconut trees, I want nearby.
Moonlight should descend gently, Parashakthi,
Casting a gleaming veil of white.
The soft cooing of the cuckoo, Parashakthi,
Should fall light on my ears.
A gentle breeze should blow, Parashakthi.
And bring pleasure to my soul.
A young wife I want, Parashakthi,
To share all these with me.
Our joyful togetherness, Parashakthi,
Bless with poetry.
Living in that open land, Parashakthi,
Be there to guard us.
With my power of my songs, Parashakthi,
Enable me to defend this earth.
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