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I bow to you, Mother.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
Watered, fruited, cooled by the sandalwood breeze,
Dark-hued and blessed, Mother, I bow.
Watered, fruited, cooled by the sandalwood breeze,
Dark-hued and blessed, Mother, I bow.
Mother.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
With moonlit nights that thrill,
Adorned with flowers, leaves and trees,
Smiling, sweetly spoken,
Bestowing joy and blessings, Mother.
I bow to you, Mother.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
Seventy million throats, a chorus of power,
Seventy million arms wielding swords of fire,
Seventy million throats, a chorus of power,
Seventy million arms wielding swords of fire.
Who speaks, who names?
She, the strength-bearer, I salute, the savior,
The destroyer of foes, Mother.
I bow to you, Mother.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
