Awake, Awake You, Bhagabati!

Awake, awake you, Awake, awake you, Bhagabati, You Bhagabati, Bhagabati, The autumnal nature is calling, Calling Bhagabati is coming, Bhagabati is, Mahamaya, Mahamedha, Mahasmriti is coming, One who is a yogini in shabda, rupa, sparsha and guna, That Maheshwari, Bhagabati Devi is coming, Mahadevi is coming! Folks are showing the light, Incense sticks are burning, People are blowing conches And the drummers drumming the drums, Big, big dholaks, dhakis Calling, calling Bhagabati, Bhagabati is coming, Bhagabati is coming, Jagatjanani, Jagannamata Maheshwari, Maheshwari is coming. Grassy white kash blooms, fluffy blooms Swaying in the wind Saying, Bhagabati is, Bhagabati is coming, The cchatim blossoms hanging by, Emitting a strong smell Saying, Bhagabati is, Bhagabati nis coming, White small specks of tiny seulis but heavily redolent Saying, saying Bhagabati is, Bhagabati is coming, The bagpiper music is, music is Calling, calling, Bhagabati is, Bhagabati is coming.