Matsyapurana 159.41

159.41

ṣaṇmukha madhuraravamayūraratha suramukuṭakoṭighaṭṭitacaraṇanakhāṅkuramahāsana |
jaya lalitacūḍākalāpanavavimaladalakamalakānta daityavaṃśaduḥsahadāvānala ||

He heard the bards of the Devas saying "O Kumâra ! You are shining with the lustre of unequalled prowess. By Your mighty valour you are well skilled in the arts of warfare, victory to You ! You are pleasing like the Moon, the Destroyer of the demons like the fire ! Victory to You ! O Rider of the chariot drawn by a peacock Svâmikârtika ! the fingernails of Your feet are being rubbed, by the coronets of the kotis and kotis of Devas victory to You You are the lord of the pure groups of the lotus like heads of the Devas, It is You only who are the unbearable conflagration fire destroying the whole family of the demons, victory to You O Viśâkha ! O Lord ! The Redeemer of all the realms, may You be victorious O Skanda ! O son of Gaurî, Vibho wearer of golden ornaments, conquer You are the only one who can uproot the enemies by Your mere sport May you conquer Skanda ! Bâla, seven days' old, the Dispeller of the grief of the three realms, conquer You are the destroyer of Târakasura, the Lord of the demons, conquer You are the Destroyer of the sorrows of the world ! may you conquer in every way"—40-43