Oh Mother!, whose tongue strikes lightening
And lashes the evil of darkness out of the world
And light of sight illumines the universe
Giving darshan in various form in nine days
Please my humble soul and life bless.
Sun and planets move according to your will
With stars lighting your beauty by twinkling
With bells and conches in temples people play
For you to reside in the sanctum and fulfill their wishes
When they worship for you in this places.
Your various forms shedding away people's sins
When they stray in different directions
So please in this festival fill in my vision
Being the source of my rescource
Which praying at your feet inspires.
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