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Ask (for anything only) from Śiva, the husband of Pārvatī. (The city of) Kāśi is his abode, and the likes of Aṇimā (the eight siddhi) are his servants. He gives away without thinking (whether somebody deserves it or not), and to add to it, He melts (with compassion) on little (service). He cannot stand the sight of any distressed (person) with folded-hands.
Happiness, prosperity, judgement (or intellect), the supreme state (of Mukti), brilliance — all of this is easily achievable from service to Śaṅkara. He accepted those afflicted (beings) who seeked his refuge, and within the blink of an eye, He just saw them and exalted them (to prosperity and bliss).
This beggar Tulasīdāsa sings your glory, may he get unblemished devotion to Rāma, Who is the master of the clan of Raghu.
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