In silence before creation’s dawn,
She sits,unseen, unknown, unborn;
Beyond Devaloka’s veiled gaze,
The origin none can trace or phrase.

Adya, Mother of mothers, root of all
From whom even Brahma and Vishnu fall;
Maheshwara bows at Your sacred feet,
O Adishakti, where all paths meet.

You are Sati’s fire and Sita’s grace,
The force that time cannot erase.
As Daksha’s daughters bloom and fade,
It is in Your womb the world is made.

In forests deep and temples old,
In every story once retold;
Your bhakta seeks with trembling tongue
From Bhakti only can You be won.

Even Hanuman with strength untold
With Ashta Siddhis bright as gold
Could not claim Your final prize:
Only Rama met Your eyes.

Silk or bark, wealth or woe
Keep Her crowned through ebb and flow.
O Maa Adya! Ancient One
Who births the moon and wakes the sun.

All forms are Yours, Kali fierce and Tara kind;
Yet formless ever in heart and mind.
Grand architect of Shakti Peethas’ flame,
With every breath we chant Your name.

No mantra bounds You to our call;
Only surrendered love enthralls.
Maa Adya! Source of cosmic play:
Guide this child upon Your way.

Jai Maa Adya!