śrīmātaṅgīstutiḥ

Nineteen verses in the arya metre, drawn from a collection of mantras, and every line of the opening runs on a single sound: Matangi, mistress of the mother, worshipped by the crusher of the intoxication of honey, great illusion, bewitcher, destroyer of bewitchment, beloved of the crusher of Manmatha — salutation to you. The alliteration on ma is not decoration but the point, since it is her own syllable. Later verses gather her worshippers rather than her attributes: the best among the vidyadharas, the gods, the kinnaras, the guhyakas, the gandharvas, the yakshas and the perfected worship you — and the verse ends by asking only that she be pleased, out of compassion and nothing else.