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At morning, I remember the lotus-like face of Lalitā, Which has red lips, Which has a large pearl decorated nose, Which has curved eyes whose corners reach the ears, Which has opulent jewel ear-rings, Which has a beautiful smile, and Which has a forehead decorated with deer-musk.
At morning, I adore the creeper-like curvy arm of Lalitā, Which has flower-like finger-tips adorned by shining jewels, Which has bracelets made of precious stones studded in gold, and Which holds a large sugar-cane like bow, a flowery arrow and a stick.
At morning, I bow to the lotus-feet of Lalitā, Which is skilled in giving the wishes to the devotees, Which is the boat for ocean of metempsychosis, Which is worthy of respect from lotus-seated Brahmā and other demi-gods, and Which is decorated by the marks of lotus, stick (aṅkuśa), flag and sudarśana.
At morning, I pray Lalitā, Who is Bhavānī and Paraśivā (supreme bliss), Who is the last-evolution (or understanding) of the three Veda and theories derived from them, Who is full of mercy, Who is perfect, Who takes a form for the creation and destruction of this world, Who is the ruler of the universe, and Who is very far away from the spoken words of the Nigamaśāstra.
O Lalitā! At morning, I chant Your pure name by mouth after saying these: Kāmeśvarī (fulfilling wishes), Kamalā (Lakṣmī), Maheśvarī, Śrīśāmbhavī, the Mother of universe, Parā (beyond), Vāgdevatā, and Tripureśvarī.
If someone studies these five-cantos on Lalitā, the Mother — which bestows good-luck and is beautiful — at morning, Lalitā instantly becomes happy and bestows knowledge, wealth, welfare, and immeasurable glory on that person.
Poet: Ādi Śaṅkara
Translator: Animesh Kumar
Submitter: Animesh Kumar
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