|| vitara janani tava pAda yuga
druDha bhaktim ajNAna
vipina vishaya vyAghra bheetaya mE
pAlita pAvani bhakta pAlini
paramESvari suta sEnAni
pASAnkuSa chApa bANa dhAriNi
Srinagara vAsini suvAsini ||
| Oh Mother, please bestow me unflinching faith in your sacred feet. I am scared of tiger-like worldly afflictions. You are succor for me. You redeem the fallen. Your son Subrahmanya is the Commander in chief of army. You wield noose, goad, bow and arrows. You dewell in Srichakra (Srinagara) auspiciously.