You—whose hair flows like rain clouds dancing in the breeze—
were born beneath the auspicious star of Punavasa.
I first saw you sprinkling cool water from a silver ewer,
in the forest where the Dothalu blossoms swayed.
You were woven together from the fabric of my dreams,
brought to life by Cupid’s bow.
You are Suvimali, radiant bloom of Sunsumaragiri mountain,
the youthful princess who stirs every heart
in the proud kingdom of Vamsa, land of the Hela.
Do you dance among the heavens,
casting aside your veil like a celestial nymph?
Do you descend upon the rainbow when the dew falls?
The anklets I tied upon your slender feet
sing sweetly as you move.
Daughter of the Manu lineage—
you remain close to the echo of my maddala drum.
You are my Gargara queen, my Mangalawi,
a blossom in full bloom, the shining jewel of your clan.
You are queen of the Asuras, Anganawiya,
you are Sumi, you are Salsapuni.
Do you dance, whispering secrets of passion,
awakening your body in the fire of love?
Shall I bring you gold, pearls, and gems
from Kashyapura or distant Kalinga?
Shall I break the strings of lust’s dark harp,
singing in shadows of desire?
If you come to me,
I will lay a carpet of petals and stamens upon the earth,
a fragrant bed for us both to rest.
You are the great queen, the radiant Alli Rani,
a cuckoo’s call, a Rakshasa queen.
Princess of the Solar dynasty—
you are Goddess Bhadra Kali,
a young woman of surpassing beauty.
