Padukasahasra 17.25

17.25

haripadarucirāṇāṃ pāduke tāvakānā-maruṇamaṇigaṇānāṃ nūnamardhendumauliḥ |
praṇatisamayalagnāṃ vāsanāmeva dhatte kalamakaṇiśakāntirapardhinībhirjaṭābhiḥ ||

O sandal! Surely the crescent-moon-crowned Śiva, having hair braided like ears of dark rice, / retains upon his matted locks the very fragrance left at the moment of prostration by your clusters of red gems gleaming at Hari’s feet.