The early morning resonant, vibrant with
The sacred chants from the Chandipatha
Calling me, calling me
Invoking Bhagabati, Devi Durga,
Telling of Her arrival.
The Chandipatha taking us over,
The flowers flowering making the nights
Scented with,
The skies full of twinkles and dew dropping it.
Mahalaya telling of the arrival of Bhagabati,
The end of the Pitri-paksha
And the beginning of the Matri-paksha,
We mean the Devi-paksha.
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