Mother, I bow to thee! rich with thy hurrying streams Bright with thy orchard gleams, cool with thy winds of delight Dark fields waving, mother of might, mother free Glory of moonlight dreams over thy branches and lordly streams
Om sri Durgayi namaha Om sri Mahadevayi namaha Om sri Saraswatayi namaha Om sri Mahalaxmayi namaha
Maisa... Maisasura...Mardini
When the earth was severely distressed bearing the load of the sins Bearing the load of sins of Mahishasura You assumed the dreadful form of Kali Annihilate him along with his army
Maisa... Maisasura...Mardini
Victory to thee Jagadamba Bhavani Who slayed the demon Shumbhu Nishumbhu Victory to thee O merciful mother who massacred the thousand Raktabeeja
Mother, I bow to thee! rich with thy hurrying streams Bright with thy orchard gleams, cool with thy winds of delight Dark fields waving, mother of might, mother free Glory of moonlight dreams over thy branches and lordly streams
Clad in thy blossoming trees, mother, giver of ease Laughing low and sweet! mother, I kiss thy feet Speaker sweet and low! mother, to thee I bow Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
Om sri Durgayi namaha Om sri Mahadevayi namaha Om sri Saraswatayi namaha Om sri Mahalaxmayi namaha