A Plea To the Charioteer

A Plea to the Charioteer My prayers to you Charioteer To guide me to the path full of light, To lead me to the road that is right And drive me to the route that is bright. Let not the heat of anger besiege me Nor the pangs of pride assail me, Keep me clear from the sin of arrogance, And free from the whiffs of petulance. Should my mind ever go astray Or should my faith in you ever sway, Do refresh my veins with your flame And goad me to the noble way. Should hurdles be laid on my lanes, Steer your chariot to evade them Without inflicting any strain Or any pain on anyone. Should I ever wish to quit the field Instil in me the strength and the will To inner foes never to yield Until I reach my last station. I pray that you ever be by my side And brace me with courage enough To confront every stormy tide, To vanquish every hidden foe In battles within, though rough and tough. When the final breath I will heave, My plea that you fly me in your chariot To your bright heavenly abode My most cherished goal to achieve To serve you at your wish and will.