that you are

Jai sri Ram
I was obsessed with imaginary fears and my anxiety had no foundation whatsoever,

It is no fault of the Sun if anyone mistakes the quarters,

My own ill luck, my mother's perversity, the odd ways of providence, and the the cruelty of fate,

All conspired with the avowed object of ruining me, but you came to my rescue by redeeming your vow, a protector of suppliant that you are,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks please