O Goddess!

O Goddess! In this Bengal, you alone remain wakeful; therefore I bow to you.

You are omnipresent, for you dwell in every home!
You are Annapurna, for you fill your own belly with rice!
You are fearless, for you fear not even your husband's father!
You are the protector, for you artfully preserve all domestic discord!
You are the Great Enchantress, for wise or foolish, you can make anyone forget even their father's name!

You are man's eyes, you are his ears, you are his wisdom—what he sees with his own eyes is false; what he hears with his own ears is wrong; what he understands with his own knowledge is worthless!

In this world you are the helmsman, for you steer everyone by the ear!
Because of you, all carry burdens; for your sake even Kubera himself must take to the streets with a beggar's bag!

O Goddess! Tell us plainly—is your sacred mantra the Om, or ornaments?
O refined one, reveal your true nature! Do you prefer fish-head curry, or your husband's head?

O Goddess! If you wish, you can turn everyone's head—with words; you can flood the world—with tears; you can send the world to hell—with quarrels!

Have mercy on us and save us from the tyranny of your love! Never mind affection—we don't even want two morsels of rice—we want only peace! Victory to you!