कवे विलासिञ्शृणु मातृवाक्यं कालीं करालीं भज पुत्र चण्डीम् ।
द्राष्टासि वै भारतमातरं तां घ्नतीमरातीन्भृशमाजिमध्ये ॥ ३०॥
kave vilAsi~nshR^iNu mAtR^ivAkyaM kAlIM karAlIM bhaja putra chaNDIm |
drAShTAsi vai bhAratamAtaraM tAM ghnatImarAtInbhR^ishamAjimadhye || 30||
30. O poet and sensualist, hear the word of the Mother: adore Kali the Terrible, my son, the fierce Chandi. Verily you shall see her, the mother of the Bharatas, striking down her foes mightily in the thick of the fight.