A wondrous forehead ornament shines; her abundant married splendor overflows. Her lotus eyes are lovely and fresh, awakening exultation and love within the heart. Behold the sweetness of her smile and the radiance of her teeth, dear friend! Jewels, necklaces, and strings of gems hang gracefully upon her throat and heart. Armlets and bracelets encircle her hands, their gems stunning even lightning with their glow. Her beautiful clothing, pleasing to every connoisseur's heart, is filled with festive grace, dear friend! Her anklets and toe-rings gleam; her gait leads the beholder into refuge at her feet. Their auspicious crimson color is lovely beyond compare. She vanquishes the pride of the mind-enchanter, then delights the Enchanter's own mind, dear friend!
Petition to the Sovereign Lady — Pada 193
Leaving your lotus feet, Mod has no other trust; remember this servant and take heed of her. Though I am low, impure, and now a mine of faults, I am nevertheless called your servant—your servant. Your forgiveness and other blessed virtues are sweeter than honey; the Vedas proclaim your fame. Relying on that strength, I fill my belly by repeating your deeds and name, casting aside all calculation of merit. Prananatha takes still greater pity upon me; beholding his compassionate eyes, I have woven this prayer. Therefore, again and again I fold my hands and become lowly before you: keep me near your feet. If Kaushala's Prince does not melt, the heap of yoga and deeds—large as Mount Meru—will be of no use. If compassion still does not arise, then, O treasury of mercy, I shall speak your true virtues aloud without delay. Maya, yogis, siddhas, sages, and even Brahma are all held under the power of him whom your sidelong glance forever seeks to please. Janaka's daughter, beloved life of the jewel of Raghu's line, do not delay any longer. Snehalata says: have your beloved grasp my hand; what has gone wrong will be made right in an instant.