Kali, Bhagabati or Durga
Whatever say you,
You just come, come
And go seeing the Ma,
The Mother Divine,
Just the rupa of Hers,
How does She appear to be,
Look like!
Come, come
And go seeing
After
A Kali,
A statue of Kali lies it
Here.
Strange and bizarre
And grotesque!
With the four hands
And the weapons,
The snake and the sword
And the conch-shell
And the jackal
And wearing a wreath of the heads
Of the sinners, devils cut
And threaded.
Difficult to say
Why the image is.like that,
But see, see Her,
The images and pictures of hers,
As the Ways of hers
It is difficult to judge!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem