by Damodara Rao Dasu

P	mAmava mAyE SyAmala kAyE mahAdEva jAyE tvAm dhyAyE ||	Oh Mother Syamala, please protect me. You are Mahadeva's dear consort. I always meditate upon you.
A.P.	hEmAmbaradhAri hEjananee sim hEndramadhyamE mErunilayE bra hmEndrAdi vinuta pada sarOruhE meena lOchani muraLee gAna lOlE||	Your robe is golden. Your Vahana is lion. Your abode is Meru mountain. Brahma, Devendra and other Devas worship your lotus feet. Your eyes are beautiful in fish shape. You engross in Murali's music.