śrī indirāṣṭottaraśatanāmāvalī

The same hundred and eight names of Indira set out for offering, one to a line, and read this way the run of shared sounds that the verse form disguises becomes plain: to Indira, to the temple in Vishnu's heart, to the lovely-as-a-lotus, to her who delights the fortune of all devotees, to her bowed to by Nandikeshvara. The middle of the litany is a run on ka — to her whose sidelong glance is a poem of compassion, to the giver of what is desired, to her whose power is like the wish-granting cow, to the maker of time and of action — followed by the name that says most plainly what she is asked for: to her who has conquered the whole mass of poverty.