Beneath the grace of Mother's gaze so kind,
Where Sampatkarī leads, in worship, elephants align,
Her name, a beacon, through which truths we find.
In her sixty-sixth name, secrets deeply sown,
A bījākśarā, in sacred texts, it's shown,
Kroṁ, the seed, where joy and power are grown.
Ka, ra, ma, a triad, with bindu crowned,
Bringing fame, force, comfort, without bound,
Chanting kroṁ with the ātma bija, in prosperity we're found.
Initiated only by a guru, the ātma bīja's light,
Guides the soul from darkness to spiritual height,
In its echo, desires and dreams ignite.
The triad of knowledge, knower, and known, unite,
In sukha-sampatkara, the soul's delight,
As The Śiva Sūtra whispers - śaktisandhāne śarīropattiḥ - in Śaktī's might.
Śaktisandhāne, the pathway clear,
No favors sought, but through thoughts sincere,
Spirituality's essence, in focus, we revere.
Lalita, meditated with the bījākśarā's call,
Bestows all desires, breaking ignorance's wall,
Elevating the soul, in liberation's thrall.
Her name, a hymn, through which we ascend,
Sampatkarī Vidyā, on which hopes depend,
In Mother Lalitha, all paths beautifully blend.
-Mani
