A poem by Tulsidas – Explaining the value of a lamp lit before Lord Ram

The flame offered to Ram
extinguishes the flame of pain;
It burns up sin and sorrow,
burns down to the root of lust.

In a lovely mist of incense,
in a row of splendid lamps
Its ritual rhythm – the hand claps –
scares the bird of sin away.

It dissipates the darkness, the dumbness
from the house, the heart, of devotees;
It casts wide the net of purest truth.

Tulsidas

(Source: Song of the Saints of India, Translated by J.S.Hawley and Mark Juergensmeyer.)