Raise the cry of victory, all of you!
Raise the cry of victory, all of you!
The flag of the new age flutters
In the tempest of the Kalboishakhi storm—
Raise the cry of victory, all of you!
Now comes the Unborn One,
Drunk with the frenzy of destruction and dance!
At the lion-gate beyond the sea,
He strikes with thunder, breaking all barriers!
From the dark pit of death,
In the dreadful form of eternal Time,
Amidst clouds of smoke and incense of flame,
He advances, the Terrible One!
Lo! The Terrible One laughs!
Raise the cry of victory, all of you!
The blazing fire of twelve suns
Flashes from his fearful glance!
The tears of the horizon roll down,
Tangled in his tawny, trembling locks!
In each drop of his eye’s water
The seven great oceans heave and stir
Beneath his cheeks!
On his vast arms rests the throne
Of the Mother of the Universe—
He cries aloud, “Victory to the Destroyer!”
Raise the cry of victory, all of you!
Mabhaih, O mabhaih, mabhaih!—fear not, fear not!
Across the world now thickens the storm of doom;
For in that ruin lies the life
Of those dying of age and decay.
After this night of terror and death
Will dawn the morning of radiant laughter—
Gentle and tender!
On the matted locks of the naked ascetic
The crescent moon swings like a child!
Its light shall fill our homes again—
Raise the cry of victory, all of you!