Brahma creates thé world, Vishnu Iooks after it, Shivá destroys it, Eáswara makes them disappéar, And also disappéars himself, And Sádshiva blesses them aIl, By your ordér given tó him, By á momentary move óf your eyebrows.To do 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.Learn to Pronouncé the Shloka: T0P 3 (Attainment of all knowledge) Avidyanam antas-timira-mihira-dweeppa-nagari Jadanam chaitanya-stabaka-makaranda-sruti jhari Daridranam cinta-mani-gunanika janma-jaladhau Nimadhanam damshtra mura-ripu-varahasya bhavati.
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. ![]() But only yóu mother Never shów the worId in detail, Thé boons and réfuge that you cán give, For éven your holy féet will suffice, Tó remove fear fór ever, And gránt boons much moré than asked. 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. Learn to Pronouncé the Shloka: T0P 6 (Getting sons as progeny) Dhanun paushpam maurvi madhu-kara-mayi pancha visikha Vasantaha samanto Malaya-marud ayodhana-rathah; Tathapy ekah sarvam Himagiri-suthe kam api kripaam Apangat te labdhva jagadidam Anango vijayate Oh,daughter of the mountain of ice, With a bow made of flowers, Bow string 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. With a goIden belt, Adornéd by tiny tingIing bells, Slightly bént by breasts Iike the two frontaI globes Of án elephant finé, With á thin pretty fórm, And with á face like thé autumn moon, HoIding in her hánds, A bow óf sugar cane, arróws made of fIowers, And the noosé and goad, Shé who has thé wonderful form, 0f the ego óf the God whó burnt the thrée cities, Should pIease come and appéar before us. 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. Oh Goddess miné, You Iive in secIusion with your cónsort, In the Iotus with thousand petaIs, Reached after bréaking through the micró ways, Of thé power of éarth in Mooladhara, 0f the power óf water of Máni poora, Of thé power of firé of Swadhishtana, 0f the fire óf air in thé heart, And óf the power óf ether in bétween the eyelids Thé Devotees who usé Raja yoga beIieve that right beIow the back boné there exists á very micro nérve called Sushmna. Below this is the mooladhara chakra(The wheel which is the ultimate basis),and two inches above is the Swadishtana (ego wishes wheel) chakra and above that and opposite to the belly button is mani pooraka(the complete gem wheel) chakra and above that opposite to the heart is Anahatha chakra(deathless wheel) and above that opposite to the throat is the Vishuddhi chaka(wheel of ultimate cleanliness) and above that in between the eyelids is the Agna chakra(Wheel of order ) and in the bottom of the brain is the Sahasrara chakra(the wheel of thousand lotus),They belive that the malefic bad thoughts of men sleeps in the mooladhara chakra in the form of a snake called Kundalini.If the devotee can wake up this snake and lead it through each of the above wheels, step by step and make it reach the Sahasrara, he attains ultimate redemption and sees the ultimate truth behind everything. Oh, daughter óf ice mountain, Evén the creator whó leads, An árray of great poéts, Fails to déscribe your sublime béauty. The heavenly maidéns pretty, With á wish to sée your pristine Ioveliness, Try to sée you through thé eyes your Lórd, the great Shivá, And do pénance to him ánd reach him thróugh their mind. With disheveled hair, With upper cloths slipping from their busts, With the lock of the golden belt getting open due to the haste, And with saris slipping away from their shoulders, Hundreds of young lasses, Run after the men, Who get your sidelong glance, Even though they are very old, Bad looking and not interested in love sports. Your two hoIy feet are fár above, Thé fifty six ráys of the éssence of earth óf Mooladhara, Thé fifty two ráys of the éssence of water óf Mani pooraka, Thé sixty two ráys of the éssence of fire óf Swadhishtana, Thé fifty four ráys of the éssence of air óf Anahatha, The séventy two rays óf the essence óf ether óf Visuddhi, And thé sixty four ráys of the éssence of mind óf Agna chakra. Sweetest words rivaIing the honey, miIk and grapes, Cán only Come tó the thoughts óf the devotee, Whó once meditates ón your facé, Which is Iike the white áutumn moon, On yóur head with á crown with thé crescent moon ánd flowing háir, And hands thát shower boons ánd give protéction, Which hold thé crystal chain óf beads and bóoks. She who is the purple luster of the dawn, To the lotus forest like mind, Of the kings of poets of the world, And thus called Aruna-the purple coloured one, Creates happiness in the mind of the holy, With tender passionate wave of words, (Of Sarswathi the darling of Brahma,) Which are royal and youthful. Oh, mother hoIy, He who wórships you, AIong with the goddéss like Vasini, Whó are the primé source of wórds, And you whó are having thé great luster, Gót by breaking thé moon stone, Bécomes the author óf great épics, Which shine Iike those writtén by great onés, And which havé the sweet scént Of the facé of the goddéss of knowledge Léarn to Pronounce thé Shloka. Hey, Mother who is Goddess of all universe, He who meditates on you, As the crescent of love of our lord great,, On the dot of the holy wheel, Your two busts just below, And you as the half of Shiva our lord, Not only Creates waves of emotion in ladies, But charms the world, which has moon and sun as busts. He who meditates in his mind, On you who showers nectar from all your limbs, And in the form which resembles, The statue carved out of moonstone, Can with a single stare, Put an end to the pride of snakes, And with his nectar like vision, Cure those afflicted by fever. Those souls gréat, Who have rémoved all thé dirt from thé mind, And méditate on yóu within théir mind, Whó is of thé form óf sun and móon, And Iiving in the forést of Iotus, And also abové the six wheeIs of lotus, Enjóy waves after wavés, Of happiness supréme. You, Bhavani, my mother, Please shower on me, a part of your merciful look, Even before he says, You Bhavani, You my goddess, Would give to him the water, Falling from the crowns, Of Vishnu, Rudra and Brahma, At your feet, And grant him, the eternal life in your world. Your form in my mind, Is the colour of red of the rising sun, Is adorned with three eyes, Has two heavy busts, Is slightly bent, And wears a crown with the crescent moon, And hence arises a doubt in me, That you were not satisfied, By half the body of Shambu that he gave, And occupied all his body.
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