O! Supreme Divine Mother, offering a song to Thee

O! Supreme Divine Mother, stars studded in Thy crown,
On Thy forehead we find, so beautiful the crescent moon.

Ma, all Gods wearing clothes of yellowish hue praising Thee,
Even so in tottering praises, Thy child offers a song to Thee .

The fire God offered his effulgence to keep Thee, so warm
The water God offered his streams to wash Thy feet, so charm

Ma, all Gods wearing clothes of yellowish hue praising Thee,
Even so in tottering praises, Thy child offers a song to Thee .

The earthly mother offered her rarities to please Thee, so tender,
The air God offered his breeze to fan Thy shining form, so milder,

Ma, all Gods wearing clothes of yellowish hue praising Thee,
Even so in tottering praises, Thy child offers a song to Thee .

— Sridhar