O mother Kali!
Once more do that fierce dance
Your fury born that fierce dance;
All things ready,
All needed ingredients,
All situations favour Your return
All our prayers do welcome Your come.
So many vicious heads ready for You to weave in wreath
To wear Your neck the skulls` wreath;
And skull`s bowl to bowl the blood
That need prevented dropping on Earth
When blood Your dagger`s blade doth spray
To stop been born those `blood-drop-borns`.
Once more listen our chocking prayers
Yours faith-born our chocking prayers;
Consent your come to our hearty invocation
To bless us with your Maternal affection:
Come O Mother!
Dancing upon your thundering sound
With your dagger and sharp stance
Thundering upon your fierce dance
Your fury born that fierce dance.
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Dancing upon your thundering sound With your dagger and sharp stance Thundering upon your fierce dance Your fury born that fierce dance. - - - - - - -great lines.