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taguduvamma neevandapu maru tanDriki
mogidachchi namrutamu mOvi nundigAna ||
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Oh Mother Alamelumanga, you richly deserve to be the beautiful consort of Venkateswara the father of Manmadha. Your lovely lips are like nectar to your dear Lord.
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kOmali neejavvanamu koladi veTTaga rAdu
prEmamuna meeda meeda perigee gAna
Amani nee singAra manta inta anarAdu
vEmAru nee choopu velli virisee gAna ||
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Oh delicate lady, it is impossible to measure your beauty. Your glamour is unparalleled. Your sparkling glances radiate light all around.
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toyyali nee vorapulu tuladoochi chepparAdu
neyyapu nee turumide nikkee gAna
chayyana nee sobagu lichchaTa niyamincharAdu
ayyana nee piruduna kalavi lEdu gAna ||
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Oh beautiful lady, the power of your graceful touch is inestimable. The floral deck in your hair is attractive. Your beauty is limitless.
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vanita nee bhAvaminka varNinchi palukarAdu
kona nee pAdamulu chigurulugAna
tanaru nee bhAgyamu talacha nalavi gAdu
ghanuDu Sri vEnkaTESu kalasitivi gAna ||
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Oh graceful Alamelumanga, it is impossible to read your mind. Your feet are soft like tender leaves. Your splendour is beyond imagination because you are the supreme consort of Lord Venkateswara.
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