Chatia Baba, Dumka

At the foothills of the Kurwa hills There lay the sacred stones Under the wild tree With the cranes squeaking And the stray dogs resting under At the secluded place With the devotees coming for Their wish-fulfillment And the priest comes he daily To wash the stones with water And to coat with vermilion And to offer sugar-made sweets, Bel leaves, scented rice corns, Incense sticks kept burning And all in prayer and obeisance As for getting the undone done As far as possible as per his wish divine.