Poem ‘The Victory of the Soul’ by S. Ganeshan from 1980-1000 and 1200 Maha Avatar, Pages 19 and 20

    Let us sing, let us sing ever the glory of the Mother;
    Let us dance, let us dance ever with the bliss of the Divine.

The glory of the soul is ages old,
With the setting of mankind in the soil of mother Earth,
And the coming of incarnations ever revealed the path,
All often for the victory of the soul.

    Let us sing, let us sing ever the glory of the Mother;
    Let us dance, Let us dance ever with the bliss of the Divine.

The Universe is a poetry of the Divine in nature,
In a nutshell representation of a human with virtues;
Marvelous enough to know marvelous combinations,
All often for the victory of the soul.

    Let us sing, let us sing ever the glory of Mother;
    Let us dance, let us dance ever with the bliss of the Divine.

The chapter in the poetry, telling ever the reality,
Are the coming of incarnations to guide the humanity;
When fallen in sick and sullen in goal,
All often for the victory of the soul.

    Let us sing, let us sing ever the glory of Mother;
    Let us dance, let us dance ever with the bliss of the Divine.

The concluding chapter to conclude near is Sahaja Yoga,
Surprise thee not! certain to happen in this Yuga;
With the advent of the Mother we attain the goal,
All often for the victory of the soul.

    Let us sing, let us sing ever the glory of Mother;
    Let us dance, let us dance ever with the bliss of the Divine.

Fear thee not, the Mother is here,
Worry thee not, the Divine is here;
Perfect in our pursuit, sincere in our devotion,
All often for the victory of the soul.

    Let us sing, let us sing ever the glory of Mother;
    Let us dance, let us dance ever with the bliss of the Divine.

Sinking of a ship with sailors of offenders
Yet to come a long long distance;
Look thee not, look thee not; for us the Divine,
All often for the victory of the soul.

    Let us sing, let us sing ever the glory of Mother;
    Let us dance, Let us dance ever with the bliss of the Divine.

Forget thee not the purpose of life,
With the pursuit of truth in the kingdom of God;
Foretold by the sages of the ages and saints of the legends
All often for the victory of the soul.

    Let us sing, let us sing ever the glory of Mother;
    Let us dance, let us dance ever with the bliss of the Divine.

The victory of the soul is with thy hands,
The nectar of the Divine is wetted in the vein;
With the advent of the Mother we achieve the goal,
All often for the victory of the soul.

    Let us sing, let us sing ever the glory of Mother;
    Let us dance, let us dance ever with the bliss of the Divine.