Repudiation by her Lord tormented her heart not a little,
But conscious of her guilt she would not utter a word,
At last Sati spoke in a charming voice tinged with awe, misgiving and affection,
There is great rejoicing at my father's house, O Lord. if you grant me leave, i would fain go and see, O storehouse of compassion,
May Lord Bless all,
Thanks please