Hymn to Saraswati
WHITE-hued — white as the Kunda flower or the moon or the snow-range, robed in white She bears in her arms the marvellous vina, seated on the lotus. She is ever adored by Brahma and Vishnu and Shiva and all the Gods. May Saraswati save us, the Goddess, may she wipe out all our slothness unto the last. Oh Saraswati, thou art the great destiny, the supreme Knowledge, oh Beauty with lotus-eyes! The universe is thy form, thy gaze ranges wide, Oh Goddess, give us the Knowledge, I bow to thee. May she dwell on our tongue—she holds the Vina and the Book, The consort of the Supreme, the Mother Divine, gleaming white, O Saraswati!
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