Soundarya Lahari 76-80 76.Hara krodha jwalaavalibhir avaleedena vapusha Gabhire thee nabhisarasi kruthasangho manasija Samuthasthou thasmath achalathanaye dhoomalathika Janastham janithe thava janani romaavalirithi Oh daughter of the mountain, The God of love who is the king of the mind, Being lit by the flame of anger of Shiva, Immersed himself in the deep pond of thine navel. The tendril like smoke emanated from there, And mother, people think, That this is the line of hair, That climbs from your navel upwards. 77.Yadhethath kalindhi thanu thara ngaa kruthi shive Krushe mahye kinchid janani thawa yadbhathi sudheeyam Vimardha –dhanyonyam kuchakalasayo –ranthara gatham Thanu bhootham vyoma pravishadhiva nabhim kuharinim The mother of universe who is Shiva and Shakthi, In the narrow part of the middle of your body. The learned men seem to see a line, Which is in the shape of a small wave of the river Yamuna, And which shines and glitters, and appears like the sky , Made very thin by thine dense colliding breasts, Entering your cave like navel. 78. Sthiro gangavartha sthana mukula romaa vali latha Kalaabhalam kundam kusuma sara thejo hutha bhuja Rathe leelamgaram kimapi thava nabhir giri suthe Bhila dwaram siddhe rgirisa nayananam vijayathe Oh daughter of the mountain, Is your navel a whirl pool in river Ganga, Which looks very stable! Or is it the root of the climber, Of the stream of your hair line, Which has two breasts of yours as buds, Or is it the Homa fire, Where the fire is the light from cupid, Or is it the play house of Rathi, the wife of God of love, Or is it the opening to the cave, In which Shiva’s tapas gets fulfilled, I am not able to make up my mind! 79. Nisargha ksheenasya sthana thata bharena klamajusho Namanmurthe narree thilaka sanakaii –sthrutayatha eva Chiram thee Madhyasya thruthitha thatini theera tharuna Samavasthaa sthemno bhavathu kusalam sailathanaye Oh daughter of the mountain, You who is the greatest among women, Long live your pretty hips, Which look fragile, Which are by nature tiny, Which are strained by your heavy breasts, And hence slightly bent, And which look like the tree, In the eroded banks of a rushing river.. 80. Kuchou sadhya swidhya-sthata =ghatitha koorpasabhidurou Kasnthou dhormule kanaka kalasabhou kalayatha Thava thrathum bhangadhalamithi valagnam thanubhava Thridha naddham devi trivali lavalovallibhiriva Oh Goddess mine, Placed just below your shoulders, By Cupid , the God of love, Tearing your blouse which is attached , To your body by the sweat, When you think of the greatness of your Lord, And resembling pots of Gold, Your breasts appear to be tied by him, Securely three times, By the three creeper like folds.
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