O, come you,
Come you and go seeing,
Seeing the Face,
The Face Divine
Of the Dark Divine,
The Face Magnificent,
Grotesque and Bizarre
Of Kali,
Kali Divine,
Into whose hands
Is our life and death!
O come, come you and go seeing
The Face,
The Face of the Dark Divine,
The Dark Eyes
With a Glitter in Them,
The Glaze in the Eyes,
Goddess Kali standing
With the Blood-red Tongue
Out of Her Mouth
Held in shame
As for trampling Shiva under feet
Who lying down
On Her Way
To quell down the Anger Divine
As for to lessen sin and sinners
On sinful earth,
For to rein in atrocities
After having cut the sinners
And wearing a garland of human heads!
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