Mad youth, wild dance of destruction, rushing in torrential force, fierce-blazing.
Thundering steps of Time—matted locks upon breast, hurtling with unstoppable fire toward Mahakali's quest.
Lightning-swift whirls the keen-edged sword, severed heads of demons scattered—horde upon horde.
Ten directions tremble at her unbroken smile, warm streams of blood melting from her lips all the while.
Dense darkness fills the earth day and night, travelers lost, directionless, helpless in their plight.
There on the eastern horizon, dawn's crimson glow, slowly erasing night's darkness, gentle and slow.
Blessing and refuge come in Mahakali's hand, devotee hearts chant... Victory! We bow where you stand!