She is incarnation of Durga
Our sins invokes what is beyond Honor and Shame.
She transformed to her true nature,
For the evil to be amazed.
She who is nature in purest of its form,
She is indifferent to human gaze.
Be careful to walk, your chosen path
The garland of heads,
symbolic to her anger and wrath.
Blood dripping from the hands,
that she has worn for her skirt,
Image of your fate if your thoughts are pervert.
Set out to destroy all evil
Her resolve is absolute
Once her journey starts
None will be spared no one will remain
Wicked in the battle,
a mother with grace.
Your images Oh mother indeed fearsome,
Seeking love and care, to Mother I come.