Verse 6
Said the Mother: My child, the time
You thirst for death, I know,
Angels of heaven, come to this hill,
Carrying with you pitchers of water,
The Creator thirsts for a drink of it;
He is gasping for life without it.
Verse 7
I abide by the foot of the Cross,
You have moved up to the skies.
If I were to give you water to quench
Your thirst, how would you drink it?
My hand does not reach there,
Find out a way to do it, my Lord.
Translated from the Konkani by Olivnho Gomes and Jose Pereira