Gajan, Shiva Gajan

I can see the bhoktas, Shiva bhaktas on an outing During the night time, Bare-bodied and in dhoti And with a thin linen towel Over the shoulders, The bhoktas, Shiva bhaktas With the thin bamboo sticks On an outing With the band, The petromax lights, Going to the crematorium To collect the logs, Maintaining austerity, Celibacy, Abstaining from Living like Shiva, Leading unto Him, Don't mind, don't care Like Him, Taking the gymnastic exercises, The bhaktas swinging, Rolling over the prickly leaves And twigs in the temple complex, Crossing over fire, Praying to Shiva in utter submission, Offering And pouring water, Milk, ghee and others Over the lingam. The word gajan may be it garjan, roar, The roar of the sanyasins, The village folk as the hermits Maintaining cleibacy During the time of festivity Of the last of Chaitra Leading to the herald of Baisakh, The Bengali new year, Poila Baisakh, Maybe it the sanyasins are the men Of the bridegroom party Of Shiva going to marry Harakali, Whatever be that The gala and gaiety is remarkable, The bhoktas going, Shiva bhaktas And with the drums And the band, I mean the sanyasins And the festivity ending With the Charak Puja, Also known as the Nil Puja To satisfy Shiva, Devadhidev, the Lord of the Lords.