When will divine sight dawn, Mother, in these two eyes of mine, to see all in their true essence within your light of consciousness?
When, tell me Mother, shall I hear the nectar of your love-song, when immortal melody's cascading ambrosia will satisfy my heart's hunger?
Into this world scorched by sin and sorrow, in darkness born of ignorance's blind evening you have descended, Mother of the world— Bhagavati Durga is your name... to transform this earth of dust, to build a heaven-realm.
And with you, all of us— your children, every one, will become divine beings, you have promised... Mother, how much longer must we wait?