Devi mother, your
Chunri flies
with the wind…
The idols of
the five Gods
Are very beautiful
Their image
is etched in my heart
Next to you is mother Ganga
Both,
great benefactors
Masses come and offer
prayers
And your flag flies
high...
O
Seven sisters, we sing in your
praise
And get whatever
we ask
for
We
bring the little flame
which goes to heaven floating on the waters of Ganga
Devotees crave
for just a glimpse
of you
They cry tears of love
Leave their house with joy in
their heart
Walk all the way to your abode
Devi- Goddess
Chunri-
Scarf
