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Worship the Lord of Uma

Chorus

Worship the Lord of Uma on the Blue Hills and you acquire merit a thousandfold.

White clouds envelop the peals and make moonlight-and gods take the Blue Hills for, the silver mountains and crowd with enthusiasm.

They witness Nature's worship of Siva there. The tall eucalyptuses form columns and the sky the awning. Lightning serves for lights and flower beds in the midst of green grass look like ornamentation of the floor by wood-nymphs in coloured powders.

The pines waft divine odours, and the birds sing as never nymphs sang. The thunder serves as the music of the conchshell and creeper damsels shed flowers.

May the Lord of Ambika who wears the moon-crescent as a crest-jewel save Maharani Appala Kondayamba, daughter of the great king, pleased with her devotion.