শ্ৰী কমলা ত্ৰিশতী স্তোত্ৰম্

Three hundred and one verses in the arya metre, which is a great deal of hymn, and it begins by making its case rather than by praising: she who is the highest ornament on Vishnu's chest, the excellent daughter of the lord of the ocean, is the form that in due time becomes forbearance towards people who have done wrong. That is the argument of the whole poem — Lakshmi as the mercy that stands between the offender and the lord — and the second verse puts it as a request: may that Kamala give us good, having obtained whom as companion Hari protects the worlds unwearied and always. The last verse is a graceful withdrawal: I am a child, mother, and though I have praised you with no charm of words and in no proper order, my birth has borne its fruit.