1.
O Tara, Mother of all that is tender and fierce,
Whose emerald light pierces the veil of night,
With each step you take, mountains bow and rivers part,
I lay my heart at your feet, trembling, naked in your grace.
No shadow can stand before your gaze, no sorrow withstand your love.
O Lady Tara, I prostrate before you on my knees and forehead.

2.
In your embrace, I am but a speck of dust,
Carried by winds of your boundless compassion.
Strip away my pride, dissolve my ego’s armor,
Let me weep, for in my tears, I find the ocean of your mercy.
O, Tara, breaker of chains, unbind me from myself.
O Lady Tara, I prostrate before you on my knees and forehead.

3.
Your laughter echoes through the chambers of fear,
And with it, my trembling soul finds its courage.
I bow to your wisdom, O Mother of swift deliverance,
Each breath I take is a prayer, each sigh a song in your honor.
Let my life be a beacon of your boundless love.
O Lady Tara, I prostrate before you on my knees and forehead.

4.
You, who dance upon the heads of demons,
Your feet crushing the poison of doubt and despair,
Teach me to surrender, to be crushed by your compassion,
So that from the ruins of my self, your lotus may bloom.
O Tara, sculptor of the soul, mold me in your divine hands.
O Lady Tara, I prostrate before you on my knees and forehead.

5.
In the silence of my surrender, I hear your voice,
A whisper that shatters the illusions of this fleeting world.
Take my pain, my joy, my everything, for they are yours,
Dissolve me in your endless, boundless, compassionate embrace.
O Tara, I am nothing without you—make me nothing, so I may be whole.
O Lady Tara, I prostrate before you on my knees and forehead.