Hymn to Hara-Gauri SHE is anointed with camphor and sandal And He with ashes of the funeral pyre; She wears true ear-rings And He rings of swaying snakes; I bow to Her, I bow to Him. She is decorated with garlands of Mandara And He with garlands of human skulls; She is girt with heavenly robes And He with the vacant spaces; I bow to Her, I bow to Him. Her anklets stir and jingle And His, the serpent-hoods, gleam and swing; Her limbs are decked with gold And His with the heads of hissing vipers; I bow to Her, I bow to Him. Her eye is as the tremulous blue lotus And His the red lotus blooming; Her globes of vision are a triplet And His too have the same number uneven; I bow to Her, I bow to Him. She is seated at ease on the back of Her devoted minion And He in His deadly dance destroys the worlds; She it was who created Kama,
the god of love,
Page-53 I bow to Her, I bow to Him. Her half of the body is golden like champa flower, His half is as white as camphor-dust; Hers are the flowing tresses And His the matted hair; I bow to Her, I bow to Him. Indeed, dark like clouds are Her massive hair And His the twisted locks and a body smeared with ashes; O, the Mother of the worlds! O, the Father! I bow to Ishwari (Shiva) and I bow to Ishwara (Shiv). Ever She embellishes the good, Ever He embellishes the evil; She is one with Ishwara (Shiv) And He is one with Ishwari (Shiva); I bow down to Ishwari (Shiva), I bow down to Ishwara (Shiv).
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