They passed lights around them again and again, and waved beautiful fans and chowries over their heads,
They scattered offerings of various kinds about them,
The mothers were as full of exultation as a yogi who has realized the highest truth,
Or as a patient who has been able to lay his hands on nectar or a born pauper who has stumbled on a good philosopher stone, or a blind man who has regained a good vision, or as a dump fellow, whose tongue has been transfused with the eloquence goddess of speech or even as a hero who has triumphed in battle,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks Please