dust of ma’s feet

by Jahnabi Barooah

तनीयांसं पांसुं तव चरणपङ्केरुहभवं
विरिञ्चस्सञ्चिवन् विरचयति लोकानविकलम् ।
वहत्येनं शौरि: कथमपि सहस्रेण शिरसां
हरस्संक्षुद्यैनं भजति भसितोद्धूलनविधिम् ।।२।।
–सौन्दर्यलहर्याम्

o ma!
from the tiniest mote of dust
on your soft feet,
brahma fashions untold perfect worlds.
even with his thousand heads,
ananta can barely lift it.
crushing it into a fine paste,
śiva besmears his body,
sprinkling ash, as it were.||2||
–saundaryalaharī

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