Soundarya Lahari 71-75 71.Nakhanam uddyotai nava-nalina-ragam vihasatham Karanam te kantim kathaya kathayamah katham Ume; Kayachid va samyam bhajatu kalaya hanta kamalam Yadi kridal-lakshmi-charana-tala-laksha-rasa-chanam. Oh Goddess Uma, You only tell us ,how, How we can describe, The shining of your hands, By the light of your nails, Which tease the redness of freshly opened lotus? Perhaps if the red lotus mixes, With the liquid lac adorning, 72.Samam devi skanda dwipa vadana peetham sthanayugam Thavedham na khedham harathu sathatham prasnutha mukham Yada loakakhya sankha kulitha hridayo hasa janaka Swa kumbhou herambha parisrusathi hasthena jhhaddithi Our Goddess Devi, Let your two cool breasts, Which have faces that always, Give out milk, And are simultaneously drunk deeply. By Skanda and the elepahant faced Ganesha,, Destroy all our sorrows. Seeing them and getting confused, The Herambha* feels for his two frontal globes, To see whether they are there, 73.Amuu theey vakshoja vamrutharasa manikhya kuthupou Na sadhehaspatho nagapathi pathake manasi na Pibhanthou thow yasma dhavadhitha bhadusangha rasikou Kumara vadhyapi dwiradhavadhana krouncha dhalanou Oh, Victory flag of the king of mountains, We never have any doubt in our mind, That your two breasts divine, Are the nectar filled pot made of rubies, For The elephant faced one, And he who killed Crownchasura*, Even today do not know the pleasure of women, And remain as young children. 74.Bahathyambha sthamberam dhanuja kumbha prakrithibhi Samaarabhdham muktha mamibhi ramalam haara lathikam Kuchabhogo bhimbhadara ruchibhi rathna saabhalitham Prathapa vyamishram puradamayithu keerthimiva thee Oh mother mine. The center place of your holy breasts, Wear the glittering chain , Made out of the pearls, Recovered from inside the head of Gajasura, And reflect the redness of your lips, Resembling the Bimba fruits, And are coloured red inside. You wear the chain with fame, Like you wear the fame of our Lord. Who destroyed the three cities. 75.Twa stanyam manye dharanidhara kanye hridhayatha Paya paraabhaara parivahathi saaraswathamiva Dhayavathya dhattham dravida sisu raaswadhya thava yat Kaveenam proudana majani kamaniya kavayitha Oh daughter of the king of mountains, I feel in my mind, That the milk that flows from your breast, Is really the goddess of learning, Sarswathi, In the form of a tidal wave of nectar. For , milk given by you ,who is full of mercy, Made the child of Dravida*, The king among those great poets, Whose works stole one’s mind.
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