Hail, Devi Durga- Mother of all,
So, at last you respond to our call.
Breeze is there, catkin swings,
Clouds move slowly with their wings.
Green are paddies, brimming with joys,
Peasants are free now, putting their loys.
Children are waiting for new dress,
Jaba and Jui are blooming now fresh.
For you Devi, decorating new seat,
Covered in white, clean and neat.
We're waiting whole through the year,
With hope, excitement, joy and cheer.
Mother as you come, make us feel,
To erase evil and selfishness to kill.
Bless us to worship you with devotion and care,
And fill us brotherly love so we can share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem