Fair Empress, the winds rouse the sleeping buds.
See them bloom so fair in various hues;
The reeds are filled with music soft
And birds sing songs of praise upon the bough.
The waves roll upon the peaceful shore
And seem to chant a vedic hymn.
All, all for thee, thou blessed Queen!
Victory to thee, victory to thee!
Victory to thee, our beloved Queen!

How lightly you wear the sparkling crown,
How sweetly sways your righteous sceptre;
These shew to us that thou
Came to serve and not to reign.
Enchantress! thou hast chained the devil
And transfixed it on a tree.
The dark spirit shrieked like an owl
And strove in vain to break its chains.

Who shalt have the heart to frown
When thou pass by in thy majesty?
The Tigers may lurk in the deep woods
And crouch to prey on thee.
But when thy crescent smile they behold,
They shalt grow as mild as a lamb
And play about thy lotus feet.

Hail, hail to thee, O Bhairavi!
Rivers shall flow once again
And roll on to kiss the Bengal bay.
And devotees shall throng thy shrine
To worship thy countenance.
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.