Candishataka 55

55

tarjayantyā bhartsaṃyantyā . arthādaityān . saptalokījananyā jagadambāyā-
1. 'vakraṃ kṛpāṇa'. 2. 'darpānalpāhāsādviguṇitarasitāḥ'. 3. 'nakharucirarucaḥ
starjanyāḥ pradeśinyā nakharucitatayo jayanti . kathaṃbhūtāḥ . janyasya saṅgrā-
masya dūtyaḥ saṅgrāmasūcikāḥ . kathaṃbhūtāḥ . darpaṇānalpo yo'ṭṭahāsastena dvigu-
ṇataraṃ sitā adhikaśuklībhūtāḥ . kathaṃbhūtāyāḥ . hastāt . arthātkaṃsasya .
utpatya gaganaṃ yāntyāḥ . punaḥ kathaṃbhūtāyāḥ . agaṇito'dhairyeṇa kātaratvena
vīryāvalepo yena tamaditisutārātiṃ devaśatru kaṃsaṃ vailakṣyeṇeva pāṇḍudyutiṃ
dhavalamāpādayantyāḥ ..
prāleyācalapalbalaikabisinī sāryāstu vaḥ śreyase
yasyāḥ pādasarojasīmni mahiṣakṣobhātkṣaṇaṃ vidrutāḥ .
niṣpiṣṭe patitāstriviṣṭaparipau gītyutsavollāsino
lokāḥ sapta sapakṣapātamaruto bhānti sma bhṛṅgā iva .. 55 ..

As she threatens, rebukes—that is, the demons. The expanses of claw-luster of the forefinger, the pointing finger, of the Mother of the Seven Worlds, the Mother of the Universe, triumph. Of what sort? Messengers of battle, indicating the fight. Of what sort? Doubly whitened, made exceedingly bright, by her haughty, boundless loud laugh. Of her who is of what sort? Springing from the hand—that is, of Kaṃsa—and soaring into the sky. Again, of what sort? Rendering the Enemy of the Sons of Aditi, the enemy of the gods, Kaṃsa—whose pride of valor was unreckoned through his loss of nerve, his cowardice—pale in splendor, white, as if through shame.

May that Āryā, the sole lotus plant in the pool of the Snowy Mountain, be for your highest good,
At the boundary of whose lotus foot, having fled for an instant from the turmoil of the buffalo,
The seven worlds, delighting in a festival of song, fell when the enemy of heaven was crushed,
Shining like bees accompanied by their partisan gods—with the breeze from their flapping wings! 55