Sudhalahari 17

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gīrvāṇagrāmaṇībhirgaganatalagatairgīrbhirudgīthagābhirgandharvaiścāpi gītā guṇagaṇagāramodgārigāthāsahasraiḥ /
gāhaṃ gāhaṃ gṛhālīragatikagadināṃ gandhayanto gadārtiṃ glānigrāmaṃ grasantāṃ graharuciguravo gopatergovilāsāḥ //

Praised by leaders of gods in the vault of heaven with words of udgītha song, and sung by gandharvas with thousands of verses exuding a fragrance of virtues, / repeatedly entering the homes of the helpless sick and wiping out the pain of illness—may the play of rays of the master of light, weighty in planetary brilliance, swallow your multitude of languors!