Yamunashtaka 7
English (machine translation) 7
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Whose tremulous nose-ornament pearl from a noble elephant stirs wondrously in the breeze,
whose eyes are intoxicated bees fluttering to the spotless fragrance of your lotus face,
whose spotless pair of cheeks is agitated and glistening with swaying earrings of jewel clusters:
victory to you, Yamunā! Victory, dispeller of fear, destroyer of distress! Purify me!