The goddess drowns
Her smiling image does not frown
Unconcerned that she is going to disappear
For a complete year
How happily she was welcomed
All sang about her pride and cheered
Nine days of worship brought her glory
Creating crowd and history
Now leaving just clay and straw structure
With a tragic law seen with aperture
She is dragged out in the chariot
Carried on shoulders with sound of clarinet
Once Bethroned and triumphant
Now dispersed with chants
Once idol dressed in gold
Later reduced to mud
But she will return
We have to wait for another year