She is the bearer of life-giving streams, her form resplendent and gracious, the bestower of boons both great and small, her generosity without limit. Fortune itself rests upon her; she is the bringer of prosperity, ever auspicious, and shares half her being with Śrīdhara, the Lord who holds Śrī. Fierce and invincible, she is the destroyer of demon hosts, the mighty daughter of Sihikā, riding upon a lion with majestic power. She knows all tastes and bestows them freely, her presence ever pleasing, with nectar perpetually dripping from her tongue, delighting all who approach her. Wielding a thunderbolt staff, her tongue itself a thunderbolt, she is the divine maiden whose form is as unbreakable as adamant. Among Gandharvas she is renowned, mistress of serpents, radiant with lunar brilliance, fond of Kambala and Aśvatara. Her sacred enclosure is adorned with golden champaka flowers, and it was she who took the very life-breath of Kaṃsa. Manifest as the divine goddess, she carries a celestial fragrance and transcends the day, existing beyond the grasp of time. Desired and most excellent, she is cherished by the noble and worshipped by all—worthy and unworthy alike. She is the mother of the lord of the gods, radiant with subtle channels of energy, established in the very heart of the sun. Deeply versed in the meaning of the Dharma-śāstras, she knows righteousness, bears Dharma, and is herself the embodiment of Dharma’s power. Composed of Dharma and transcending all unrighteousness, she upholds Dharma throughout the universe. She is the teacher of Dharma, of righteous nature, attainable only through righteousness, and the very support of the earth itself. Though free from all powers, she is the refuge and source of every power. Ever-auspicious, she is the very form of space, of universal presence, and yet, ultimately formless. Once again, with fear in his heart, a devotee bowed before her, joining his palms and speaking humbly: “I am now afraid, having seen this form of yours; please, show me another.” At his request, she withdrew her awe-inspiring aspect and revealed yet another form of her own. This form was gentle, with two eyes and two arms, adorned with lustrous dark blue locks. Her broad and radiant forehead shone with a brilliant tilaka mark, and upon her chest hung a wide garland of gold. Her serene and divine face was the very abode of infinite greatness. Relieved of his fear and his heart gladdened, the devotee spoke to the supreme goddess: “O you who are directly before me, both manifest and unmanifest, gracious and visible to my sight—O Goddess, everything dissolves into you alone, and you alone are the supreme goal. Those who know the highest truth call you Śiva, the refuge of all auspiciousness. From you arise ignorance, limitation, illusion, and countless powers, including the very elements. You are free from all distinctions, yet all distinctions find their rest in you. From primordial substance, you create and transform the entire universe. You alone are supreme bliss; you alone are the giver of bliss. You are Śiva, all-pervading, subtle, the supreme eternal Brahman. Among the strong, O Goddess, you are the wind; among yogis, you are Kumāraka. Among the Sāṃkhyas, you are the god Kapila; among the Rudras, you are Śaṅkara. Among the Vedas, you are the Sāma Veda; among meters, you are Gāyatrī. Among all powers, you are Māyā; among those who measure, you are Time itself. Among the stages of life, you are householdership; among lords, you are the great Lord. O Goddess, among all Upaniṣads, you are known as the secret Upaniṣad. Among all paths, you are the sun; among words, you are Sarasvatī herself. Among virtuous wives, you are Arundhatī; among those who fly, you are Suparṇa. You are Sāvitrī among recitations, and the Śatarudriya among the hymns of the Yajur Veda.” Thus, in reverence and awe, her devotee praised her many forms and boundless greatness, recognizing her as the source and goal of all that is.