"Mother, hail! Thou with sweet spring flowing, Thou fair fruits bestowing, Cool with zephyrs ablowing, Green with corn crops growing, Mother hail! Thou of the shivering joyous moon-blanched night, Thou with fair groups of flowering tree-clumps bright, Sweetly smiling Speech beguiling Pouring bliss and blessing Mother hail! Though now million voices through thy Mouth sonorous shout, Though million hands hold thy Trenchant sword blades out Yet with all this power now, Mother wherefore powerless thou? Holder thou of myriad might, I salute thee, savior bright, Thou who dost all foes afright, Mother, hail! Thou sole creed and wisdom art, Thou our very mind and heart, And the life breath in our bodies, Thou as strength in arms of men, Thou as faith in hearts dost reign, Himalaya crested only rivalless, Radiant in thy spotlessness, Thou whose fruits and waters bless, Mother hail! Hail thou verdant unbeguiling, Hail, o decked one sweetly smiling Ever bearing Ever rearing Mother hail!"