There was a young maiden,
a petite outfit she was wearing,
Near the pool of the Shivaganga town,
The maiden was Durga Incarnate laughing.
The beauty of her eyes,
cannot be expressed in speech,
Her eternal beauty
cannot be found in reach.
The mother goddess as Sivakami
Her skin as sublime as lightning
She grants the wishes
and bestows happiness rejoicing.
She braids her hair,
sand decorates it with flowers wild,
And as an equal of the Lord Shiva,
She dances in all glory like a child.
