Mahalaya soaked in autumnal mist and fog
Heralding the winter
With the mystic pre-dawn chants
Taking the minutes away,
Keeping us spell-bound
With the syllabic plosives,
Words and accents of valour and chivalry
Spelt in a stupendous way
All in the invocation and submission
To the Divine,
Devi Durga,
Mahamaya, Yoginidevi,
Arising from Yoganidra,
Consciousness dormant
To spurring of the spirit.
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