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Sample: There is nowhere a donor like Śankara. He takes pity on the miserable, He is fond of only giving away, and He always likes those who ask (for something). After killing (burning) Māra (Kāmadeva), the foremost among warriors, Śiva established him (again) in the world. How can I describe the act of pity of such a Lord when He is pleased?