Godha Weaves her vow - English poem
One that saves
Those demi gods thirty three
Arise , awake and ahead
You who sheathes
Those that submit at Your Feet
You are the one
Whose might fears the foe
Oh the purer than the purest of them all
I beg you to feel this call.
Nappinnai,
The one with golden nipples
As curved as the watery urn
The one who shall not bear
A moments parting from Him so dear
Oh the one with reddish lips
And waist so thin
The Goddess of wealth, Napinnai its you,
Wake up, I plead.
When you are up from rest
Part ye
With Him, the fan
And that looking glass
We need to fulfil our vow
Such distance as this from Him
So Nappinai bathe your beings from these deeds of yours.
2009 Srirangam Andal Alankaaram
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