With the red tongue out of the lips
Held out in anger or shame,
Wearing a garland of man-heads
Cut and threaded
And with the hands,
The conventional arms and weapons
Into the four hands of Hers
And a snake,
Goddess Kali having destroyed
The asuric and demoniac forces,
The daredevil sinners,
Whose load the earth unable to bear with,
Kali standing with Her one leg
On Siva lying stately
To check Her Anger Divine.
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