ದೇವೀ ಮಹಿಮ್ನಸ್ತೋತ್ರಮ್

Thirty-four verses spoken by the moon-crested one, and the first sets the method: you are within, you are behind, you are in front, you are beyond, you are above, you are below, you move between the worlds; you are Indra, you are the moon, you are the Upanishad of the Vedas — I am your servant, show me grace. The greatness of the title is argued by exhausting the positions a thing can occupy rather than by listing deeds. The closing verse is the finest in it: by whom this moving and unmoving was made, by whom it is always kept, by whom lit up in its order and by whom always withdrawn — by those eyes of yours, wet with pity, who has not been carried over the great sea of becoming? Let them break my poverty.