She takes a thousand forms, a mother's grace,
To lift her children, in this sacred space.
She erases sorrow, showers down her light,
And vanquishes the darkness, day and night.
Chant the name of Durga, pure of heart,
And a cleansing washes, a brand new start.
Desires fulfilled, when a soul bows low,
Victory to the Lioness, let the praises flow.
When Durga comes as a maiden fair,
To blessed homes, beyond compare.
All wishes granted, joy descends,
Happiness abounds, the journey transcends.
Sweet halwa, puri, chickpeas, a sacred feast,
Offered in devotion, for the soul's release.
In the form of a maiden, the divine is seen,
When offering the offering, the heart is serene.
Desires fulfilled, when a soul bows low,
Victory to the Lioness, let the praises flow.
Daughter of the mountains, a child of light,
She came to dwell, on the highest height.
She gives desired fruits, of every kind,
Shailputri she's called, with a loving mind.
Brahmacharini, she emerged with grace,
With the power of Brahma, in this holy place.
She cares for devotees, forever near,
To ease their burdens, and quell all fear.
Chandra Ghanta gives wisdom, joy does abound,
Skanda Mata protects, all around.
Kalyani gives knowledge, Kaalratri lights the way,
Mahagauri, the mother, grants blessings each day.
In any form, her beauty we see,
Desires fulfilled, when a soul bows free,
Victory to the Lioness, let the praises flow.
Victory to the Lioness, let the praises flow.
Victory to the Lioness, Lioness Divine,
Victory to the Lioness, forever thine.
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