Book Title: Indian Antiquary Vol 55
Author(s): Richard Carnac Temple, Stephen Meredyth Edwardes, Krishnaswami Aiyangar
Publisher: Swati Publications

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________________ 166 THE INDIAN ANTIQUARY [ SEPTEMBER, 1926 Come to Thy threshold and adore Thy foot, So have we come, praising and glorifying. El Or, Our Lady. 22. Like as kings of the fair, great earth, losing all their pride, *Come and, beneath thy couch of rest, Assemble in crowds, so we approach Thee and await Thy Grace. And, like lotus-blossoms, forming mouths of bells Will not Thy red eyes open on us in ever so slight a glance of Grace ? If on us should light the full glance of those two beauteous eyes, Like the very moon and sun arising, The curse of life would for ever slip from off us. El Or, Our Lady. 23. As in a'cavern of the deadly mountains as glorious lion, Lying motionless and asleep, waketh up and glaroth like fire, Then with bristling mane, convulsod and quivering, Riscth in his might, roareth and issuetn forth, So do Thou whose colour is that of the Pavai flower, From Thy palace graciously come forth, and from Thy scat on the splendid, Glorious throno graciously ask the cause Of our coming. El Or, Our Lady. 24. Of yoro Thou didst measure out the world; praigo to Thy foot. Passing over yonder to the South, Thou didst destroy Ilangai; praise to Thy prowess. Tho Sagadam Thou didst spurn to death; praise to Thy glory. The calf Thou didst throw as from a sling, praise to Thino anklet. The hill Thou didst lift like an umbrella, praise to Thine Excellence. Praise to the spear in Thine hand, which by overcoming destroyeth hatred. Repeatedly in such words extolling service unto Thee, to win Thy Grace To-day have we come. Have pity. El Or, Our Lady. 25. Thou wast born one night the son of one matchless woman, The solfsame night didst Thou grow concealed as the son of another. Intolerant of this, Kamsa did harbour evil thought, Setting the which at naught, Thou didst lie in his belly A consuming flame, lofty Jal! Praying to Theo and begging have we come; if Thou but grant one wish, Singing of Thy Wealth, worthy of Sri, and of Thy valour, All our suffering past, we shall rejoice. El Or, Our Lady. 26. 0 Thou in colour like the dark jewel, if Thou wilt hear What the ancients did and what we need for the Mårgali bathing; Conches which resemble the Panchajanyam, milk-like in hue, Whose sounds make the whole earth shake ; A multitude of great drums, known for resounding din ; Chanters of benedictions ; beauteous lamp; flag ; canopy : O Thou who didst sleep in the banyan leaf, [These things) graciously grant. El Ör, Our Lady. 27. O good Govindå who overcomest Thine enemies, Thyself praised and the boon obtained, The rewards are these most approved of the world ; Bracelet, armlet, earrings, flowers for the ear,

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