Mother, I bow to thee! rich with thy hurrying streams
Bright with thy orchard gleams, cool with thy winds of delight
Dark fields waving, mother of might, mother free
Glory of moonlight dreams over thy branches and lordly streams
Om sri Durgayi namaha
Om sri Mahadevayi namaha
Om sri Saraswatayi namaha
Om sri Mahalaxmayi namaha
Maisa... Maisasura...Mardini
When the earth was severely distressed bearing the load of the sins
Bearing the load of sins of Mahishasura
You a**umed the dreadful form of Kali
Annihilate him along with his army
Maisa... Maisasura...Mardini
Victory to thee Jagadamba Bhavani
Who slayed the demon Shumbhu Nishumbhu
Victory to thee O merciful mother
who massacred the thousand Raktabeeja
Mother, I bow to thee! rich with thy hurrying streams
Bright with thy orchard gleams, cool with thy winds of delight
Dark fields waving, mother of might, mother free
Glory of moonlight dreams over thy branches and lordly streams
Clad in thy blossoming trees, mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet! mother, I kiss thy feet
Speaker sweet and low! mother, to thee I bow
Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
Om sri Durgayi namaha
Om sri Mahadevayi namaha
Om sri Saraswatayi namaha
Om sri Mahalaxmayi namaha
sarwamangalamaangalye sawi sarwaarthasaadhakii
saranye tryambake gauri narayani namostute
Bright with thy orchard gleams, cool with thy winds of delight
Dark fields waving, mother of might, mother free
Glory of moonlight dreams over thy branches and lordly streams
Om sri Durgayi namaha
Om sri Mahadevayi namaha
Om sri Saraswatayi namaha
Om sri Mahalaxmayi namaha
Maisa... Maisasura...Mardini
When the earth was severely distressed bearing the load of the sins
Bearing the load of sins of Mahishasura
You a**umed the dreadful form of Kali
Annihilate him along with his army
Maisa... Maisasura...Mardini
Victory to thee Jagadamba Bhavani
Who slayed the demon Shumbhu Nishumbhu
Victory to thee O merciful mother
who massacred the thousand Raktabeeja
Mother, I bow to thee! rich with thy hurrying streams
Bright with thy orchard gleams, cool with thy winds of delight
Dark fields waving, mother of might, mother free
Glory of moonlight dreams over thy branches and lordly streams
Clad in thy blossoming trees, mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet! mother, I kiss thy feet
Speaker sweet and low! mother, to thee I bow
Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
Om sri Durgayi namaha
Om sri Mahadevayi namaha
Om sri Saraswatayi namaha
Om sri Mahalaxmayi namaha
sarwamangalamaangalye sawi sarwaarthasaadhakii
saranye tryambake gauri narayani namostute