Fair is her lovely face; graceful and charming
her ear-rings. The hooded cobra is coiled in
the braids of her hair; saffron and musk are
smeared on her forehead. Large and massy are
her eyes; the wreath of wild flowers glistens on
her throat. Her waist cloth is of silk; sandal powder
has been rubbed upon her comely form. Very
fair is the young goddess; with all her graces displayed
she has come to my song. Bright with royal
splendour comes my beloved mistress, wearing her
illustrious jewel! Before her fade away the splendour
of a million suns and moons. Brahma and
the rest cannot fathom her incomparable diversions.
Purple is the hue of her delicate face. White are
her four lovely arms. Deep is her bosom, and there
shines a handsome brooch; about her waist are set
little bells that send forth a pleasant note; anklets
twinkle on her feet; she performs music and a
dance that are new to us. She is lovely in her
eight limbs; let us praise her shapely form. It is a
mine of beauty and fragrance. She possesses all
accomplishments; she speaks in gentle tones with
smiling lips. She takes upon her many forms!
She is the primal goddess Narayana. Her inaugural
rites have been performed in the great city
of Pandharpura. Her canopy is prepared in the
sky, raised upon three stories. She has begun her
song on the bank of the Chandrabhaga. She has
come to repay our devotion, our mistress, Krishna,
queen of the yogis. With her are thirty-three million
gods, Chamunda and eight million Bhairavas.
Lamps are waved round her; they shower down
flowers upon her. Those that bear the vina and
the drum make music; Gandharvas show forth the
her ear-rings. The hooded cobra is coiled in
the braids of her hair; saffron and musk are
smeared on her forehead. Large and massy are
her eyes; the wreath of wild flowers glistens on
her throat. Her waist cloth is of silk; sandal powder
has been rubbed upon her comely form. Very
fair is the young goddess; with all her graces displayed
she has come to my song. Bright with royal
splendour comes my beloved mistress, wearing her
illustrious jewel! Before her fade away the splendour
of a million suns and moons. Brahma and
the rest cannot fathom her incomparable diversions.
Purple is the hue of her delicate face. White are
her four lovely arms. Deep is her bosom, and there
shines a handsome brooch; about her waist are set
little bells that send forth a pleasant note; anklets
twinkle on her feet; she performs music and a
dance that are new to us. She is lovely in her
eight limbs; let us praise her shapely form. It is a
mine of beauty and fragrance. She possesses all
accomplishments; she speaks in gentle tones with
smiling lips. She takes upon her many forms!
She is the primal goddess Narayana. Her inaugural
rites have been performed in the great city
of Pandharpura. Her canopy is prepared in the
sky, raised upon three stories. She has begun her
song on the bank of the Chandrabhaga. She has
come to repay our devotion, our mistress, Krishna,
queen of the yogis. With her are thirty-three million
gods, Chamunda and eight million Bhairavas.
Lamps are waved round her; they shower down
flowers upon her. Those that bear the vina and
the drum make music; Gandharvas show forth the