Candishataka 39

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devānprati jayayā evamukte sati hattariporhaimavatyāḥ pārvatyā hrepitaṃ lajjitaṃ
jayati . evaṃ katham . he vāyo, he vārīśa varuṇa, he viṣṇo, he vṛṣagamana
śiva, he vṛṣan indra, mahiṣavapurdaityo dordarpaśālī ato na kalpanīyābhyupāyaḥ
sāmādiprayogasādhyaḥ . kiṃ vṛthaiva viṣādaḥ kiyate . tasmādbadhnamiśrāḥ sūryasa-
hitā yūyamacakitāḥ santaḥ kavacaṃ badhnīta saṃnaddhā bhavata . he citrabhāno
vahne, arīndaha bhasmīkuru .
ā vyomavyāpisīmnāṃ vanamatigaharna gāhamāno bhujānā-
marcimokṣeṇa mūrcchandavadahanarucāṃ locanānāṃ tra3yasya .
yasyā nirmajjamajjacaraṇabharanato gāṃ vibhidya praviṣṭaḥ
pātālaṃ paṅkapātonmukha iva mahiṣaḥ stādumā sā śriye vaḥ ..39..

When Jayā spoke thus to the gods, the modesty, the bashfulness of Himālaya's Daughter, Pārvatī, who had slain her foe, triumphs. “Thus”—how? “O Vāyu, O Lord of Waters, Varuṇa, O Viṣṇu, O Rider of the Bull, Śiva, O Vṛṣan, Indra, the Daitya with a buffalo's body is proud of his arm's strength, so he is not to be mastered by contrived expedients such as conciliation and the rest; why do you grieve in vain? Therefore, accompanied by the Sun, undaunted, gird on your armor, be prepared! O Citrabhānu, Fire, burn the enemies, reduce them to ashes!”

Plunging into the dense forest of her arms whose bounds stretch to the sky,
fainting under the spray of sparks from the triad of her eyes having the brilliance of a forest fire,
bowled over by the weight of her sinking, sinking foot, Mahiṣa split the earth and entered
Pātāla as if longing to fall into the mire—may that Umā bring you prosperity! 39