It is the light that
urges the flower to open its heart to the world
Oh Woman, My feet dance to your tender beats.
For you are the reason for the light in my soul.
Let your ever auspicious red dyed fingers, breathe life into
my soul and life.
And your auspicious feet join me in this dance of harmony....
Sloka 1
शिवः शक्त्यायुक्तो यदि भवति शक्तः प्रभवितुं
न् चेदेवं देवो न खलु कुशलः स्पन्दितुमपि ।
अतस्त्वामाराध्यां हरिहरविरिञ्चादिभिरपि
प्रणन्तुं स्तोतुं वा कथमकृतपुण्यः
प्रभवति ॥१॥
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