Have you heard,
Bhagabati is coming,
Bhagabati is?
Wide and clear-eyed
As if she were to speak
And the iconography gorgeous
And beautiful.
Bhagabati is coming,
Have you not heard?
Have you not
The anklets resounding?
The grassy tall white kash blooms are saying,
The tiny seuli blooms,
The cchatims strewn with, scattered beneath
All are.
All are saying,
Bhgabati is coming,
Bhagabati is coming.
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