Gaudavaho

Author(s): Vakpatiraj, Narhari Govind Suru, P L Vaidya, A N Upadhye, H C Bhayani
Publisher: Prakrit Text Society Ahmedabad

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Gajdavaho
319. “Your female worshippers (of the Kaula sect), going up one over the other in their excitement to see the great beast ( Man ) being slaughtered, construct, as it were, a house of perfumes in the air.”
320. “With your feet, characterised by people bent down (at your feet), looking very much reduced ( madaha ) in size in their reflections in your jewel-like toe-nails, you look beautiful, O Mother, being bowed, as it were, by thumb-sized gods (Vālakhilya).”
321. “These thousand arms of yours with their multifarious equipment and weapons, are a mere appendage (pariara) to that one arm of yours, O Goddess of excellent thighs, when lifted up to grant boons (to your devotees ).”
322. “Your temple with its multitudes of freshly red-lustred stream-like banners, throws out all the blood, as it were, drunk every day (taddiasa ) from the decapitated heads of animals ( sacrificed in your honour ). ”
323. “The cloud-like smoke-coil, issuing from the fire of your third eye, looks lovely, as the tongues of Vāsuki (encircling the neck of god Siva) assume the grace of lightning flashes."
324. “The very foot, which was planted on the Buffalo's head culminating in his death, richly serves as an auspicious source (of bliss ) to the people.”
325. “In your maidenhood, for the propitiation of god Siva, a veritable Bilva sacrifice, as it were, was done by you, with the help of your tiny breasts on your heart inflamed by love."
326. “You possess a body conspicuous with dripping human mouths clinging to one another, remaining loose (and disjointed ) even now, by reason, as it were, of the dislocated, dangling bones (of your body) battered by Kamsa.”
327. “The branches of trees in the cemetaries, at night, red with pieces of dead (human ) bodies ( kunava ) suspended on them, suggest the highest heroism of warriors in the act of selling human flesh (to get success in their undertakings )."
328.“ In your greed for a big (chunk of a) bone full of gravy, your tongue, O Candī, turns and twists over the lustrous rows of your teeth, tinged pink with the lower lip's lustre.”