The mighty rains are pouring down.
The Menik Ganga swells around.
To Kataragama,
The monsoon season now has come.
The Kavadi dancers fill the shrine.
Haro Hara, Haro Hara.
Clouds collide and break apart,
Lightning splits the darkened sky.
This is the dwelling of the Six-Faced Lord on high.
The monsoon season now has come.
In Panama and Kumana, peacocks dance and proudly cry.
Haro Hara, Haro Hara.
The rain falls on without an end; the streams in flood arise.
The restless wind blows ceaselessly beneath the darkened skies.
To Chandana village,
The monsoon season now has come.
In Yala’s forests, trees begin to bud with life anew.
Haro Hara, Haro Hara.
