Durgā

The One who bestows the three

holding them tenderly

in Her never-ending smile.

Your three fingers

granting us all wisdom

gestures to the Sky.

Your soaring home towering

beyond suffering

where we aspire to roam freely.

You conquered our fears with Your might.

You vanquished the demons

Inundated since antiquity with Her silent grace,

the riverside gives refuge letting this child of wisdom grow.

Will she dream of empires and riches,

skyscrapers of desires reaching to the heavens such genius defeat of limitations?

Or will she let her sighs slip into a mantle of joy silent and...

Inundada desde la antigüedad

con su gracia silenciosa

la orilla del río da refugio

dejando crecer a esta niña de sabiduría.

¿Soñará con imperios y riquezas,

rascacielos de deseos que alcanzan los cielos

¿tal derrota genial de las limitaciones?...