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kulukaka naDavarO kommalAla
jalajala rAleenee jAjulu mAyammaku ||
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Oh beautiful maids, don't shake the palanquin while carrying. Let not the fragrant jasmines of Mother Alamelumanga drop off.
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oyyane mEnu kadalee noppuga naDavarO
gayyALi SripAda tAku kAntalAlA
payyeda cheragu jAree bhArapu gubbala meeda
ayyO chemarinchee mAyammaku nennuduru ||
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Oh maids, walk gently without hurting her delicate body. Oh smart women, her feet might ache and the garment on her bosom might slip. She is already tired with sweat drops on her face.
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| C 2 |
challaDi gandavoDi maijAree niluvarO
pallaki paTTina muddu paNatulArA
mollamaina kundanapu mutyAla kuchchuladara
ghallanuchu kankaNAlu kadalee mAyammaku ||
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Oh beautiful palanquin bearers, sprikle cool sandalwood paste on her. If you shake her precious saree tassels, made of gold and pearls, may tremble. Her anklets are making tinkling noise.
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jamaLi mutyAla tODi chammaLiga liDarO
ramaNiki maNula AratulettarO
amarinchi kougiTa alamElumanganide
samakooDe vEnkaTESwaruDu mAyammaku ||
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Oh pretty women, wave auspicious "Harati" with pearls and gems to Mother Alamelumanga who is perfect in the embrace of her lord Venkateswara.
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