A waist clothed in red silk! (Aruṇaruṇa-kausumbha-vastra-bhāsvat-kaṭītaṭī)

In crimson hues, a tapestry divine,
Resplendent cloth, around Her waist entwined.
Mother Lalitha, embodiment of grace,
In scarlet silk, compassion finds its space.

A vibrant sea of red, cascading down,
Unveiling depths where love and kindness drown.
The threads embrace Her form, with tender care,
As if Her very essence they ensnare.

Red, the color of passion, fierce and bold,
Yet in Her presence, compassion unfolds.
With every step, a symphony of love,
Her crimson sari, whispers from above.

For She, the sacred trinity portrays,
Creation, sustenance, and final days,
And in each act, Her heart beats full of grace,
As red silk billows, caressed by cosmic embrace.

In tender touch, She births the world anew,
Her gentle gaze sustains what's pure and true,
And when the time has come to bid adieu,
Her red attire dissolves, a compassionate adieu.

Compassion, like a river, ceaseless flows,
A crimson stream where empathy bestows,
She weaves a tapestry of love untold,
In red silk cloth, Her secrets all unfold.

Oh, Mother Lalitha, adorned in red,
With every thread, Your compassion widespread,
May we be drenched in your love's tender sway,
Embrace us, in the warmth of red, we pray.

-Mani