Kalbaisakhi-the great storm
Halt! thou thy prevailing rages hast shewn
I know; O Kalbaisakhi, now let's pull back thy jaws.
Lo! the beautified ornaments of beautiful earth are now prone-
Couldst thou not hast been ceased or give a little pause?
I saw them cry and become terrified midst of that night,
Thou hadst descended there like a gaint on the pinnacle
Of blissful mundane lives, destroyed now within spell or sight.
Who will revive them again? I think, none but a miracle.
Lo! they are decayed, spiritless, worn-out; ever didst thou feel?
Whether any sin they did or not, I know not but may be thou knowest.
Every year thy mercy they crave for, yet hopefully to heal
The wounds, thou dost make to enliven thy impulsive vow.
The whole world becomes nude when thou art in frenzy-
It looks like a beaten woman with dishevelled hair;
As if being tortured thoroughly, now is gone crazy
Who had been bearing children and yet has to bear.
Yet we worship thee; we bow our heads down before thy aim
As thy unbound commotion reminds us to be active in life.
We learn again and again every year to strive in making dream,
As to exorcise our filthy body is thy mere game and to drive.
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