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The third , golden and lotus like,
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Broad, auspicious, matchless, graceful and fine,

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The lines of Your eyes black, red and white,

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Ever to our weal and prosperity actively. (54)
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Over, I Know, palace and woods as well. (57)

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At this scene You laugh in great pleasure,
Let them bless us with wealth in great measure. (72)

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The breasts, like lotus buds, swirl of the Ganges swift,
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The cave-front of Siva's longing look, to enter.(78)

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Let it bless us into a life glorious.(79)
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Thinking high of Your Consort,Your breasts like balls of gold,

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Fair are tuskers trunk and golden like plantain stem,

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Help us Here and There, furthering our welfare,
Their light contact blossoms the Karpaga tree rare,
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To have a contact of Your feet of great fame,

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Bless one with unabated riches many fold,
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From Your hands, like Karpaga leaves, fall mercy shower,

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For the poor, the rich supplier are Your feet;

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Amorously and attractively, He seems all to respect.(92)

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As Sivas mercy, beyond mind and word, Youre I ween.(93)

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In the moon light, like the clear water of an emerald tank,

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Praising Vani, a bard becomes Her kin;

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Barring Your Consort,You, to embrace;
Even to the tree, it s impossible in any case.(96)

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O! Illusion and celestial Wonder of special kind.(97)
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The three gods , Your devotees excel with ease;

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They disturb Cupids consort with a better beauty;
On this earth, in wisdom,they live with gaiety. (99)

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As pleasing the big ocean with its own water;
To praise You, Your own words cater. (100)

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