"She loves to reside
in the madala of the rising sun
with a face full as the forest lotus
dark-hued One
with gait graceful as a young swan
breasts high, rounded, and mature
wearing a garland of lotus blossoms
book in hand
clad in yellow garments
standing upon a corpse
She constantly visits the sacrificial space
I praise Bhadrakali
with the seed mantra bhaim."