It is time to celebrate
The coming of the deity
The Almighty goddess
With power and strength
Of all gods
By blowing conchs and
Beating of drums
Fill the air with the sound
Of cymbal and let the devotees
Throng the places of worship
The autumnal wind will
Be purified with the fragrances
Of the incense
The flowers will not fall asleep
They hang fresh around her neck
Let the priests chant
The mantras that send shocks
Into the hearts of demons
Too many are wandering
Around the world now
Let us pray the mother
Let us seek her blessings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem