śrī tārā stotram

An ashtaka to Ugra Tara prefaced by two dhyanas, in which she stands on the heart of a corpse, laughing terribly, holding sword and chopping-knife and skull-bowl, and puts the inertia of the three worlds into that bowl in order to kill it there. The eight verses that follow keep changing what they ask for. The second is the one recited for speech: mistress of speech, wish-granting creeper of devotion, giver of success in prose and Prakrit and verse, sprinkle us with the nectar of good fortune. The fourth never names her, spelling her mantra out instead in the conventional code-words for its syllables, and then saying that her form, gross and subtle and supreme, lies outside the reach of the Vedas altogether. The fifth turns argumentative: why would a dull man serve gods who are turned away from your feet? The last promises that under her even a petty man becomes Vachaspati.