Awake, Awake You, Bhagabati! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Awake, awake you,
Awake, awake you,
Bhagabati,
You Bhagabati, Bhagabati,
The autumnal nature is calling,
Calling
Bhagabati is coming, Bhagabati is,
Mahamaya, Mahamedha, Mahasmriti is coming,
One who is a yogini in shabda, rupa, sparsha and guna,
That Maheshwari, Bhagabati Devi is coming,
Mahadevi is coming!

Folks are showing the light,
Incense sticks are burning,
People are blowing conches
And the drummers drumming the drums,
Big, big dholaks, dhakis
Calling, calling
Bhagabati, Bhagabati is coming,
Bhagabati is coming,
Jagatjanani, Jagannamata Maheshwari,
Maheshwari is coming.

Grassy white kash blooms, fluffy blooms
Swaying in the wind
Saying, Bhagabati is, Bhagabati is coming,
The cchatim blossoms hanging by,
Emitting a strong smell
Saying, Bhagabati is, Bhagabati nis coming,
White small specks of tiny seulis but heavily redolent
Saying, saying
Bhagabati is, Bhagabati is coming,
The bagpiper music is, music is
Calling, calling, Bhagabati is,
Bhagabati is coming.