Beating our Damaru we advanced to the great ground of kollagiri;
We recited the face mantra-s of the archer ranging on the high adri;
In our Aj~na chakra stood the bright pinAkin, famed as para-shiva;
In his embrace was clasped chit-parA, the fair queen of bhairava.
To transcend pain and pleasure and to rest in the of ocean of bliss;
We translocated to ambikA’s site, the melApaka, in the manner of vIra-s;
We raised our arm and displayed the Chomma of the two horns;
We waited for her, who makes one a siddha, to come in our arms.