Arya Navakam
(The nine stanzas on the Goddess)
Translated
by
P.R.Ramachander
Vaaneem jitha shuka
vaaneem,
AlikulaVeneem,bhavaambudhi
droneem,
Veena shuka sisu
paaneem,
Natha geervaaneem,
namami sarvaaneem. 1
I salute the goddess
of all, who is the Goddess of speech,
Who has a sweet voice
similar to lisping of a parrot.
Who has a crown of
hair similar to bevy of bees,
Who is a boat which
helps us to cross the ocean of misery,
Who holds a
Veena and a baby parrot in her hands,
And who is being
saluted by deva maidens.
Kuvalaya dala
neelaangim,
Kuvalaa rakshaika
deekshithaangim,
Lochanna vijitha
kurangeem,
Mathangim , naumi
Sankarardhangeem. 2
I salute the daughter
of Mathanga, who shares half the body of Shiva,
Who is dark like the
petal of the blue kuvalaya flowers,
Who has side long
glance that protects earth,
And whose eye wins
over the beauty of deer’s eyes,
Kamalaa kamalaja
kaantha kara,
Saara sadatha kaantha
kara kamalaam,
Kara yugala vidhrutha
kamalaam,
Vimalaam, kamalaankuchudasa
kala kalam. 3
I salute that goddess
of purity,
Who is the soul of
the greatness of he who wears the crescent,
Who has placed her
very pretty lotus like hands
In the lotus like
hands of Lakshmi and Saraswathi,
And who holds a lotus
in both her hands.
Sundara hima kara
vadanaam,
Kunda sura danaam
mukunda nidhirasanaam,
Karunojjevitha
madanaam,
Sura kusalayasureshu
krutha kadanaam. 4
I salute her who for
the sake of devas caused trouble to asuras,
Who has a very pretty
face like the cool moon,
Who has teeth which
resembles a row of jasmine buds,
Who is the power
behind Lord Vishnu,
And who by her mercy
gave life back to the God of love.
Arunadharajitha
bimbaam,
Jagadambaam gamana
vijitha kaadambam,
Paalitha sujana
kaadambham,
Pradula nithambaam,
bhaje saherambhaam. 5
I salute that mother
of everyone,
Who wins the bimba
fruits by her reddish lips.
Who wins the swan by
her pretty gait,
Who takes care of the
good of the world,
And who has a very
pretty wide middle.
Saranaagatha jana
bharanaam,
Karuna varunaalayam,
nava varanaam,
Mani maya
divyabharanaam,
Charanaambhojaatha
sevakoddharanaam. 6
I salute that Goddess
who saves people,
Who worship her feet
from all troubles,
Who rules over those
who seek her protection,
Who is the ocean of
mercy,
Who is clad in new
cloths,
And who wears
ornaments fully inlaid with gems.
Thungashana jitha
kumbhaam,
Krutha pari rambhaam,
siveena gruha dimbaam,
Daaritha shumbha
nishumbhaam,
Narthitha rambhaam,
puro vigatha dambhaam. 7
I salute her who
punishes the pride of Rambha by her
dance,
Who has breasts which win the war against big pots,
Who is the mother of
Lord Subrahmanya,
Who is embraced by
Lord Shiva,
And who killed Shumbha and Nishumbha.
Sura jana rakshaa
dakshaam,
Prathyaksha
daivathadhyakshaam,
Vaheeka krutha
haryakshaam,
Kshapitha vipakshaam,
sureshu kruth rakshaam. 8
I salute her who
saves devas by destroying their enemies,
Who is interested in
the protection of devas,
Who is in fact the greatest among Gods,
And who rides on the
lion.
Danyam sura
varamaanyam,
hima giri kanyam,
triloka moordhanyaam,
Vihrutha sura dhruma
vanyaam,
Vedmi vinaa thwaamna
devatha swanyam. 9
I do not know any one
else among Gods,
Who is respectable,
who is worshipped by Devas,
Who is the daughter
of the
Who is the greatest
among three worlds,
And who wanders in
the forest of the trees of devas.