मुरारेः प्रेङ्खन्त्यो मृदुलतरसीमन्तसरणौ ।
भवान्या सापत्न्या स्फुरितनयनं कोमलरुचा
करेणाक्षिप्तास्ते जननि विजयन्तां लहरयः ॥ ४० ॥
When your waves spilled out from the matted hairs of Siva, whose half of the body was that of his beloved, Parvati who was your rival warded them off with her tender hands while her looks showed annoyance. Mother, may those waves flourish. [ Siva was अर्धनारीश्वर and therefore waves of Ganga affected Parvati too, who considered Ganga her rival]
प्रपद्यन्ते लोकाः कति न भवतीमत्रभवतीम्
उपाधिस्तत्रायं स्फुरति यदभीष्टं वितरसि ।
अये तुभ्यं मातर्मम तु पुनरात्मा सुरधुनि
स्वभावादेव त्वय्यमितमनुरागं विधृतवान् ॥ ४१ ॥
Mother, Divine River, what a large number of people take refuge in you! It appears that the reason is that you fulfill their desires. As for me, my mind is by nature deeply attached to you.
ललाटे या लोकैरिह खलु सलीलं तिलकिता
तमो हन्तुं धत्ते तरुणतरमार्तण्डतुलनाम् ।
विलुम्पन्ती सद्यो विधिलिखितदुर्वर्णसरणिं
त्वदीया सा मृत्स्ना मम हरतु कृत्स्नामपि शुचम् ॥ ४२ ॥Your clay which is put on the forehead as a mark by people to destroy the darkness looks like the early morning sun. May that clay which immediately removes the series of bad luck written by fate remove all my sorrow.
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