Sloka:

Encouraging Panchali by these words, Ganika takes hold of the hand of her, who was keen to worship Durga, entered the thicket spoke thus.
 

To glance at, so pleasure-giving 

forest – look at it.

 

Like dark thick cloud, your long curly hair – 

seeing that many beetle come here – and

Hey, beetle-dark haired one, (those beetles) see that,

realizes the blunder and fly away hopelessely.

 

The bamboos, hear, they play flute –

accompanied by cuckoo’s song –

filled with happiness, remaining here - some

The creepers, disturbed by wind –

dance with their tender body.

 

This array of strobilanthes plants,

a few flowers, fall and sticks on to your mane - that

Hey blue-tolus-eyed, with joy,

they welcome you here–  feel so.