This post was last updated on August 12th, 2020 at 01:27 pm
You’re always finding ways to amuse Yourself.
Syama, You stream of nectar,
through Your deluding power
You forge a horrible face
and adorn Yourself with a necklace of skulls.
The earth quakes under Your leaps and bounds.
You are frightful
with that sword in Your hand.
At other times
You take a flirtatious pose,
and then, Mother,
even the God of Love is undone!
Your form is inconceivable and undecaying.
Narayani, Tripura, Tara —
You are beyond the three qualities
yet composed of them.
You are terrifying,
You are black,
You are beautiful.
Thus assuming various forms,
You fulfill wishes of Your worshipers.
Sometimes You even dance
Brahman, Eternal One
in the lotus heart of Kamalakanta.