Spgm 048 - The Offer Of The Goddess Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

"She wears the crest moon on her head.
She has an ever open eye on her forehead.
Her mouth is like a red coral.
Her feature shines like a pearl."

"Her neck is black having taken poison.
Like a bow she bent the Meru Mountain.
A snake on her breast as a chain she wears.
In her bangles-hand a spear she carries."

"An elephant skin she wears,
With a tiger skin as her blouse.
Her small left leg has an anklet.
Her right leg another victorious anklet."

"These anklets make sounds,
When she goes on rounds.
She's worshiped by all
She has no end at all."

"She has an ever-winning-sword.
The demon Mahidasuran she killed.
This demon had a buffalo's head,
And a human body under this head."

"She's young always.
She's the war-goddess.
Inside her womb-core,
The entire world she bore."

"Thirumal's younger sister she is.
In her hind-hand, a sword she has.
It is a sword winning always.
In the art of fight, steady she is."

"She's the Goddess of all arts.
She owns all rare products.
To worship by all she came
As a young girl she became."

"She has already blessed us.
It's time we pay our dues."
All the assembled Maravars
They praised the Goddess.

IN FRONT OF THE ALTAR

Flowers, Sandalwood pastes,
Fruits and variety of sweets.
Before the deity's altar,
They were kept as an offer.

THE BEST TRIBE

"You do your penance here,
Oh Mother, it's what for?
Under you mercy we all run.
We're the hunters, the best born! "

"Well dressed in Ayyain temple,
How do you look so simple?
With our bows we've won.
We're the hunters, the best born! "

"You're the best in the art of fight.
For your penance is there any limit?
Bows made of bamboo we all own,
We're the hunters, the best born! "

OH MOTHER, STAND UP

"Oh, the wearer of an elephant skin,
And o'er that, a tiger skin,
Keeping your leg on the head
Of a buffalo, by your mercy we're led."

"Worshiped by the Devas in Heaven,
Above the Vedas you're the one.
As eternal knowledge you remain.
Oh Mother, you're for our own gain."

"Your bangles worn hand,
Took the sword in hand,
And killed Mahidasuran,
The troublesome demon."
"Then you stood on a deer,
With black horns, a pair,
In the hearts of Gods you're
As light of lights you're."

"In your lotus hands you've
A conch and a disk to save
O'er a fierce lion you stand
To give your command."

"You've taken the left part,
Of the Lord, who has kept
Ganga o'er His hair knot,
Oh Mother, you're our lot."