aruṇāṃkaruṇā-taraṃgitākṣīṃ dhṛta-pāśāṅkuśa-puṣpa-bāṇa-cāpām|
aṇimādibirāvṛtām mayūkhai-rahamityeva vibhāvaye bhavānīm||
अरुणां करुणा-तरंगिताक्षीं धृत-पाशांकुश-पुष्प-बाण-चापाम्।
अणिमादिबिरावृताम् मयूखै-रहमित्येव विभावये भवानीम्॥
As dawn breaks, Lalitha’s form does glow,
A rising sun that warms the heart with its golden light.
Sinduraruna, her radiance, a divine flow,
Awakening souls to the kundalini’s call, a gentle sight.
Ignorance dispelled in her warm, crimson light’s show,
Beneath the dawn’s embracing glow, Her form in radiant red does show,
Waves of mercy from Her gaze, in endless tides that soothe and amaze.
With noose and goad in hands held high, She rules the realms of earth and sky,
Her sugarcane bow, floral arrows in grasp, symbols of love that forever last.
Around Her, siddhis’ divine embrace, in light’s array, Her grace we trace.
Her eyes, like dawn, spill kindness vast, a radiant sun that shadows cast.
From depths profound, compassion flows, in gentle waves that ceaseless grow.
In Her gaze, a world is found, where love and mercy do abound.
She stands, a beacon of hope and care, Her light, a guide through despair’s snare.
In every look, a promise made, beneath Her gaze, all fears do fade.
With tools of power, She carves Her path, a noose and goad dispelling wrath.
The noose to bind the pains that yearn, the goad to guide, help us learn.
Her hands, a testament to Her might, in gentle hold, bring wrongs to right.
With weapons forged from love, not fear, She conquers all that dare draw near.
In Her strength, a softness lies, through Her power, compassion flies.
A bow of sugar, arrows sweet, Her arsenal of love complete.
With every shot, a heart is won, through acts of kindness, softly spun.
Her arrows, blossoms of the purest form, in flights of beauty, hearts they warm.
This gentle warrior, in love’s name fights, against the dark, restoring lights.
In Her embrace, the world does bow, to the power of Her sugarcane bow.
Surrounded by the siddhis eight, Her divine circle, grand and great.
Each a beacon of Her might, in Her presence, hearts alight.
Her form, enveloped in their glow, a testament to the power they show.
In this circle of divine, Her essence truly does shine.
Bhavānī, in supreme blight, with light’s beams, our souls kiss.