Blaze red hot oh Agni, Lord of my salvation,
Saviour between my soul and my God.
Destroy the sins of every nation,
In your furnace, which you light with a nod.
Purify me fiercely with your fiery rod,
Release me from all care and tribulation
Save me from anguish, hell and damnation,
Exercise mercy on this poor helpless clod.
A man went to light his garden fire
To burn all dead leaves of November,
He tossed them as if on a funeral pyre,
'Til they were destroyed down to an ember.
Agni will destroy all my dead leaves of thought,
To free me for the moksha I've deeply sought.
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