My Lady is the Sister of the Moon
Her silver beauty shines upon my face
She is a lotus’ perfect crystal bloom
Her steps like flowers swaying in their grace.
My Lady is the Flowing One so fair
Her words are water flowing swift and free
She bears the stars within her raven hair
Her eyes are bright as jewels, so heavenly
My Lady is the Goddess of my heart
Her songs call me to love and love anew
She draws me close now; may we never part
Her voice stirs me to love; her love is true
My Lady is Sarasvati, Swaha
Om Eim Sarasvatyai Namah, Namah!