In Srimmannagara, the blessed city of lore,
Where wisdom flows, abundant and pure,
Mother Lalitha reigns, in regal repose,
A beacon of light, where true knowledge arose.
Within Mount Meru's center, it does reside,
A city beyond worlds, where seekers abide,
Ratnadvipa, the island of gems so rare,
In the ocean of nectar, this city so fair.
Adorned with twenty-five walls, mighty and grand,
Representing tattvas, each carefully planned,
These cosmic truths, like a tapestry unfurled,
Unveiling the secrets of the ancient world.
The Srichakra, a wheel of mystical grace,
Symbolizing living spaces, every dwelling's embrace,
From city to hamlet, from house to town,
This divine design, where love's essence is found.
Mother Lalitha, in her majestic splendor,
Performs her tasks with love and surrender,
Creation, sustenance, resolution she weaves,
With compassion and care, her heart never leaves.
In the blessed city, where souls find solace,
Seekers and sages, with devotion, embrace,
The wisdom that flows from Mother's abode,
Nurturing spirits, as divine love is bestowed.
Oh, Srimmannagara, radiant and true,
A sanctuary of knowledge, where dreams come into view,
In your hallowed embrace, seekers find their way,
Guided by Mother Lalitha, forever to stay.
-Mani
