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O Goddess! You are the dispeller of unbearable vices and sorrows. Take pity on me. You are the cause of the universe, You are favorable to (Your) devotees, You wield a trident in hand, and You are the great and original Māyā (the creator of the visible universe).
Your beautiful limbs and body are resplendent like lightning, and are adorned by divine garments and splendid ornaments. Your eyes are beautiful like those of a fawn and a wagtail, and Your face resembles the moon. Looking at You (Your divinely beautiful form), crores of Rati and Kāmadeva are ashamed.
You are the boundary of beauty, prosperity and virtues. You are terryfying (in Your Kalī form), You are Lakṣmī, You are Pārvatī and You are Sarasvatī with the most eminent intellect. You are the mother of Kārtikeya, who has six heads, and Ganeśa, Who is (ever) immersed in Śiva. You are the mother of the world and You are the consort of Śiva. O Bhavānī! Victory to You! Glory to You!
You pulverised the long arms of the Caṇḍa demon, You are the slayer of Mahiṣa demon, You shattered the arrogance of Muṇda demon and dismembered his limbs. You are the lioness in the battle for the elephant-kings of Śumbha and Niḥśumbha. You have drowned multitudes of enemies in the ocean of Your anger.
O mother! Narration of Your virtues is beyond the reach of Veda and Purāṇa, and is done by the earth-bearing Śeṣa serpent with one thousand tongues. O mother! Grant me the determination, affection and discipline so that Tulasīdāsa becomes the Cātaka bird for his dark cloud of Rāma.1
1 The Cātaka bird (Cucculus melanoleucus) is believed to drink water only when it rains in the Svāti Nakṣatra, it dies of thirst but does not break this vow.
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