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शिवः शक्त्या युक्तो यदि भवति शक्तः प्रभवितुं

न चेदेवं देवो न खलु कुशलः स्पन्दितुमपि ।

अतस्त्वामाराध्यां हरिहरविरिञ्चादिभिरपि

प्रणन्तुं स्तोतुं वा कथमकृतपुण्यः प्रभवति ॥ १॥

तनीयांसं पांसुं तव चरणपङ्केरुहभवं

विरिञ्चिस्सञ्चिन्वन् विरचयति लोकानविकलम् ।

वहत्येनं शौरिः कथमपि सहस्रेण शिरसां

हरस्सङ्क्षुद्यैनं भजति भसितोद्धूलनविधिम् ॥ २॥

अविद्यानामन्त-स्तिमिर-मिहिरद्वीपनगरी

जडानां चैतन्य-स्तबक-मकरन्द-स्रुतिझरी ।

दरिद्राणां चिन्तामणिगुणनिका जन्मजलधौ

निमग्नानां दंष्ट्रा मुररिपु-वराहस्य भवति ॥ ३॥

त्वदन्यः पाणिभ्यामभयवरदो दैवतगणः

त्वमेका नैवासि प्रकटितवराभीत्यभिनया ।

भयात् त्रातुं दातुं फलमपि च वाञ्छासमधिकं

शरण्ये लोकानां तव हि चरणावेव निपुणौ ॥ ४॥

हरिस्त्वामाराध्य प्रणतजनसौभाग्यजननीं

पुरा नारी भूत्वा पुररिपुमपि क्षोभमनयत् ।

स्मरोऽपि त्वां नत्वा रतिनयनलेह्येन वपुषा

मुनीनामप्यन्तः प्रभवति हि मोहाय महताम् ॥ ५॥

धनुः पौष्पं मौर्वी मधुकरमयी पञ्च विशिखाः

वसन्तः सामन्तो मलयमरुदायोधनरथः ।

तथाप्येकः सर्वं हिमगिरिसुते कामपि कृपाम्

अपाङ्गात्ते लब्ध्वा जगदिद-मनङ्गो विजयते ॥ ६॥

 

क्वणत्काञ्चीदामा करिकलभकुम्भस्तननता

परिक्षीणा मध्ये परिणतशरच्चन्द्रवदना ।

धनुर्बाणान् पाशं सृणिमपि दधाना करतलैः

पुरस्तादास्तां नः पुरमथितुराहोपुरुषिका ॥ ७॥

सुधासिन्धोर्मध्ये सुरविटपिवाटीपरिवृते

मणिद्वीपे नीपोपवनवति चिन्तामणिगृहे ।

शिवाकारे मञ्चे परमशिवपर्यङ्कनिलयां

भजन्ति त्वां धन्याः कतिचन चिदानन्दलहरीम् ॥ ८॥

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Lord Shiva, only becomes able.
To do the creation in this world along with Shakthi
Without her, Even an inch he cannot move,
And so how can, one who does not do good deeds,
Or one who does not sing your praise,
Become adequate to worship you
Oh , goddess mine, Who is worshipped by the trinity. ॥ 1 ॥

Lord Brahma, the creator of yore,
Selects dust from your feet,
And creates he this world,
The great Adisesha* with his thousand heads,
Somehow carries dust of your feet,
With effort great,
And the great Lord Rudra,
Takes it and powders it nice,
And uses it as the holy ash. ॥ 2 ॥

The dust under your feet, Oh Goddess great,
Is like the city of the rising sun,
That removes all darkness, unfortunate,
From the mind of the poor ignorant one,
Is like the honey that flows,
From the flower bunch of vital action,
To the slow witted one,
Is like the heap of wish giving gems,
To the poorest of men,
And is like the teeth of Lord Vishnu
In the form of Varaha,
Who brought to surface,
The mother earth,
To those drowned in this sea of birth. ॥ 3 ॥

Oh, She who is a refuge to all this world,
All gods except your mother,
Give refuge and grants wishes,
Only by hand.
But only your mother
Never show the world in detail,
The boons and refuge that you can give,
For even your holy feet will suffice,
To remove fear forever,
And grant boons much more than asked. ॥ 4 ॥

You who grant all the good things,
To those who bow at your feet,
Was worshipped by the Lord Vishnu,
Who took the pretty lovable feminine form,
And could move the mind of he who burnt the cities,
And make him fall in love with him.
And the God of love, Manmatha,
Took the form which is like nectar,
Drunk by the eyes by Rathi his wife,
After venerating you,
Was able to create passion,
Even in the mind of Sages the great. ॥ 5 ॥

Oh, daughter of the mountain of ice,
With a bow made of flowers,
Bowstring made of honey bees,
Five arrows made of only tender flowers,
With spring as his minister,
And riding on the chariot of breeze from Malaya mountains
The god of love who does not have a body,
Gets the sideways glance of your holy eyes,
And is able to win all the world alone. ॥ 6 ॥

With a golden belt,
Adorned by tiny tingling bells,
Slightly bent by breasts like the two frontal globes
Of an elephant fine,
With a thin pretty form,
And with a face like the autumn moon,
Holding in her hands,
A bow of sugar cane, arrows made of flowers,
And the noose and goad,
She who has the wonderful form,
Of the ego of the God who burnt the three cities,
Should please come and appear before us. ॥ 7 ॥

In the middle of the sea of nectar,
In the isle of precious gems,
Which is surrounded by wish giving Kalpaga trees,
In the garden Kadamba trees,
In the house of the gem of thought,
On the all holy seat of the lap of the great God Shiva,
Sits she who is like a tide
In the sea of happiness of ultimate truth,
And is worshipped by only by few select holy men. ॥ 8 ॥

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