শ্ৰীকুমাৰীসহস্ৰনামস্তোত্ৰম্

A thousand and eight names of Kumari, framed as a conversation in which the usual roles are reversed: Anandabhairava asks and Anandabhairavi answers, so the god is the pupil here and the goddess the teacher. His asking is conditional and rather touching — if I have any standing in the lore, if there is a spotless particle of affection in you, then tell it. What he wants told is named as the great hymn that gives the fruit of the worship performed on a girl, and the measure he puts on it is the fruit of crores upon crores of the giving away of daughters in marriage. That comparison places the whole text: it belongs to the kumari puja, the worship of a living girl as the goddess, and it is the longest thing in this corpus attached to that rite.