O, you come
And go seeing
The face of Bhagabati,
A magnificent statue of hers,
A goddess looking fair and beautiful,
Full of chivalry and valour!
Seated on a lion,
She is with conventional weapons of war,
Warring with auric forces
And annihilating them,
Piercing the lance
Into the chest of the demon king,
Mahishashura!
The Mythological She, the Valour Queen
In her battle fatigue,
Fighting the wild and untamable,
Bloody ad brutal forces
To save the people,
Bhagabati, the Eternal She.
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