Hindrances have come, and they have gotten crushed;
By Your grace, Lord, they have been reduced to dust.
Any threat, any question puzzling,
It has come to naught.
Hard times have come with large teeth, fearsome visage;
Mist has wished to dissolve into dark.
But henceforth, days demonic with their dance macabre,
By a speck of Your compassion, far off they've withdrawn.
Hey Charioteer, You've arrived on a cart of light;
All delusion You have wiped.
Ignorance, stupidity, all mental poverty,
Light's clear apprehension has torn apart.
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Making life bright, You chased away the frightful bogeys of mind.
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