The Invocation

A humble piece to greet the Mother Durga on the 

sacred eve of Mahalaya 2013

Sing, Oh early-rising bird, in the sweet voice of thine, 

Magical, melodious tunes, to welcome the Mother Divine! 

For this is the day, on which her arrival has been foretold, 

And as she arrives in our hearts, her sacred aura we behold! 

There She arrives, in the form of morning's flawless light, 

To put an end to our sorrow, like she has ended the night, 

She comes in the form of dancing aura of the sky, 

To erase our sadness forever, so that we may no more sigh! 

Glow, Oh radiant Sun, illuminating this noble, cloudless day, 

As the Mother of the earth and heavens makes her way, 

To be greeted by our joy, to be welcomed once again, 

For erasing our worries, for eradicating our pain! 

Blow, Oh joyous winds, caressing along the northern hills, 

As before the Mother, each soul of nature kneels, 

Ripple along the paddy fields, carring tunes of Autumnal Fall, 

And message of the arrival, of the Mother of us all! 

There She comes! She comes blessing this luminous dawn, 

Awakening our spirits in purity, on this blessed morn! 

There, She comes emanating her aura and her grace, 

There She stands, Durga, Mother of the human race! 

(To the Mother, now)

Mother of the profound earth, Mother of the heavens high, 

Mother of the unbound ocean, Mother of the infinite sky! 

Together we stand humbled, bedazzled by your ceaseless glow, 

Before your might invincible, we all bow down low! 

Daughter of the Himalayas, wielder of the trident and mace, 

The Sun, moon and stars are dimmed by the glory of your face, 

Maker of every sound we hear, creator of every sight we see, 

Bless our hearts and souls, oh Mother of the world tree! 

Yours is the Sun that brightens coming of each day, 

Yours is the Moon that enlightens the night's way, 

Yours is the earth that brings forth our births, 

And yours is the blood that renews our hearts! 

Yours are the clouds the adorn the firmament high, 

Yours is the hope that lifts us after each failed try, 

Yours is the life itself, that fuels and empowers all, 

And yours is the tune of peace, yours the battle-call! 

Bless us with your light, with renewed energy and joy, 

May all our worries and sorrow, your sacred blessing destroy, 

Bless our mind and speech, bless our thoughts and sight, 

And may you fill us all, with your invincible might! 

For who else shall we turn to, who else but thee? 

Who else shall shelter us, who shall make us free? 

Together, we greet thee, and the sacred arrival of Thine, 

And together we adore thee, oh our Mother Divine! 

- Seeking your blessings and smiling grace, forever, 

Your son, 

Anirban Chatterjee