Clad in red.
Clad in an attire red…
Amba…she is said..
Conquering the evil.. slaying their head..
Riding upon a fierce lion she is lead..
I bow I bow. enormously.. while my tears shed..
I call upon you maiyaa
Durga..and my fears fled..
Clad in red….
mesmerizing oh mother..
Non matches your valour…no other.