Surrounded by steeds, a celestial host,
Mother Lalitha's glory, the cosmos boasts,
Aśvārūḍhā leads, in war, their ghostly posts.
Thirteen bīja-s, a mantra so profound,
In mantra sampuṭa, their power is found,
Quick to fructify, with blessings abound.
Senses, like wild horses, race unbound,
Only the mind, their jockey, can confound,
To steer through life's track, where trials surround.
In chakras' rise, consciousness awakes,
To turya's stage, where bliss overtakes,
And senses, now tamed, the spirit remakes.
Will, like Umā, binds the yogi's fate,
With Śiva, in communion, they relate,
Seeing all as one, transcending hate.
This nāma teaches control, a spiritual gate,
For senses unleashed, a dire state,
Only Śaktī guides to the Supreme, innate.
Through māyā's veil, Śaktī leads the way,
To Śiva's realm, where eternal bliss lay,
In this union, the soul finds its stay.
Katha Upaniṣhad's wisdom, a guiding light,
Senses, the horses, in perpetual flight,
Self, the charioteer, must steer right.
In knowledge and control, our salvation is cast,
With Lalitha's grace, to Śiva, we're fast,
Eternal bliss, in Her name, forever vast.
-Mani
