O sun your extremely bright light
has made its way through my door;
it rang like a flash of lightning on my chest
penetrating my dream.
I was wondering shall I or shall I not wake up,
are my eyes rid of the darkness,
can I open my eyes
that are still feeling sleepy.
Right at this time,from the north-east your
horn started ringing.
It is ringing louder and louder,
between the opening of the warm clouds
there were bright lights giving off heat in the sky.
Surprised I woke up
and saw the sky red.
O goddess Durga,why are you dressed like this!
why do you have a hissing serpent on your forehead;
what kind of music is playing from your flute
on a beautiful morning like this?
Where is the enchanting cuckoo that sings on the branches?
Where are the flowers that sprout from the hidden forest?
After a long duration suddenly the dark side of the moon has cracked__
your curved sword in the dark
has sliced the buffalo in two.
The whole world is filled with pain__
droplets of blood are falling from the sky.
Some people are waking and trembling with fear,
others are terrified in their dream.
Your servants in the cemetery
are hungry in this dark night
are moistening their lips with their tongue
at intervals they are screaming.
They should be our our guests in our homes
dancing on the courtyard,
o inhabitants open all your doors,
do not hide yourselves___
whatever you have, carry them here,
you have to give all your wares.
Do not sleep any more.
Empty everything close to your heart
and fill their dishes.
O misers, what kind of love do you have
it is all false.
On our way to the rising sun,whose voice am I hearing,
‘don’t be afraid,have no fear___
those who donate from their heart
they will not, will not lose.’
O Sun god ,I am your music
tell me how will I sing my spiritual master__
in the dance of death I will mix my music with them
and play the small drum of my heart;
with heartfelt sorrow I will fill the basket
and decorate your articles of worship.
The stunning morning is here it’s here.
In the darkness of the night, Shiva
what a roaring laughter came out of him.
Those who woke up from this destruction
are extremely happy to be alive.
I will gladly give my life o giver of life
to have your acquaintance;
I have to sound your trumpet
for giving me the courage to conquer fear.
It was good this storm
it was scattered all over,
it is good to see morning
on the lap of the lion cloud__
we will celebrate the union by lighting fire
for being able to live through the terrible storm.
surviving the night
I am ready to meet your grace
I would rather lose everything
to have the opportunity to kneel at your feet.