All in red, like the morning sun (Sarvāruṇā)

In the realm of mystic beauty, behold Mother Lalitha fair,
With radiance that paints the sky, a rosy hue she wears.
Sarvāruṇā, the redness of dawn, adorns her majestic form,
Just-born, yet full and glorious, she shines in every storm.

Her grace unveils the morning sun, a crimson blaze divine,
Symbol of auspiciousness, a beacon so benign.
Rosy hued all over, she embodies life's pure delight,
A tapestry of vibrant hues, like petals in sunlight.

With each gentle step she takes, blessings softly cascade,
A shower of love and well-being, in every path she's laid.
Her presence resonates serenity, as the sun's first blush appears,
A symphony of blissful hues, soothing all our fears.

The rosy dawn adorns her brow, a crown of sacred fire,
A reminder of life's beauty, and its infinite desire.
In Lalitha's tender gaze, one finds solace and repose,
A haven where the weary souls find solace and compose.

With compassion as her compass, she guides the lost and forlorn,
Embracing all in her warm embrace, their sorrows gently shorn.
The rosy glow she emanates, a healing touch bestowed,
Restoring hope and harmony, as life's tapestry is sewed.

Mother Lalitha, rosy hued, a beacon in the night,
With your auspicious redness, you ignite our inner light.
May your presence ever shine, like the morning sun so bright,
And bathe our world in love and grace, an everlasting sight.

-Mani