Aum Devyayai Namaha!

How do I love thee,

Countless are the ways.

From the glistening locks on thy forehead,

To the tips of thy lotus feet,

Drenched am I in the radiance of thy form.

Thy arched brows, thy shell-like ears,

Thy upper lip of exqusite beauty,

The lower one a treasure trove of desire,

Soft and sweet like the petals of a rose.

Thy determined chin,

Thy slender neck,

O queen of desire, Kameswari,

Accept this gift of love.

Filled with the wondrous tales of thy glory,

I lay this book at thy golden feet,

This holy book,

Timidly—my offering of love.

—VANAMALI