Saraswathyashtakam

                               (Octet on Saraswathi)

                                                  Translated by

                                               P.R.Ramachander

 

Amba thwadeeya  pada pankaja pamsu lesa,

Sambanda bandhurathara rasana yadheeya,

Sambhayudhadhi padam amruthadhi ramyam,

Nimbhayathe kimutha bhouma padani yasya.                           1

 

Mother, he whose toungue is made pretty,

By contact with the dust of your lotus like feet,

Would find the position of Indra  who can taste,

The pretty nectar and other tastier  objects,

As bitter as that of  the nimba fruits.

 

Matha sthwadeeya karunamrutha poorna drushti,

Patha kwachidhwidhi vasan manuje na cheth syath,

Kaa thasya ghorapibhidhabhyavahara nidhra,

Bheethyadhikeshu sama bhavamupeyivathsu.                            2

 

Mother what can we talk about  him,

On whom your merciful look has not fallen,

For he will not find any difference whatsoever,

Between food, sleep and emotions like fear.

 

Vanee rema giri suthedhi cha roopa bhedai,

Kshoni jusham vividha mangalamadha dasi,

Naneeyaseem thava vibhuthimaho  vivekthum,

Ksheeni bhavathya krutha kopi vacha prapancha.                         3

 

You take the forms of   Saraswathi, Lakshmi and Parvathi,

And bless the people of earth with different good things,

And so I find that the words that I know are not enough,

To describe your limitless  fame which is wonderful.

 

Sarvagnatha giri sutha kamathir vipaksha,

Garva chidha kusalatha divishdguroscha,

Charvartha  sabdha gatana patutha kaveenaam,

Sarvam thwadheeya  karuna kanika vivartha.                                  4

 

The all knowing nature of the consort of Parvathi,

The power of  Jupiter* to suppress the pride of his enemies,

And the great command  of poets over words,

Are but only a drop of thine merciful nature.

                    * The teacher of devas

 

Mookakavir jada iha prathi bhavad yogyo,

Bheekunta durbhala mathir dharani vijeetha,

Nishkinchano nidhi pathir bhavathi thwadeeya,

Ekam kadakshamavalambya jagath savithree.                                     5

 

Mother by one look from your merciful eyes,

The Dumb man  becomes a great poet,

The dimwitted becomes the leader of the learned,

And the very poor one becomes like the Lord of wealth.

 

Varnathmike , hima sudhakara sankha kunda,

Varnabhiramathanuvallari viswa vandhye,

Karnatha dheerga  karunardhra kadaksha pathai,

Poornakhilartha mimamasu vidhatswa devi.                                                  6

 

Hey mother who is the soul of the colours,

Who is with the shine of white  of snow, moon, conch

And jasmine flowers , please fulfill all my desires,

By the looks from your long eyes made wet by  your mercy .

 

Kalam kiyantha mayi they charanaravindha,

Maalambhya hantha vilapami viloloa chetha,

Balam kurusha kruthakruthamimam  shbhaika,

Moolam nidhaya karunardhrapangamasmin.                                                      7

 

How much time has past in my depending on your feet,

And how much time has been spent by me crying,

So let your merciful look fall on this lad and make him,

Happy and make him , happy and contented.

 

Ananda hethu mayee , they karunam vihaya.

Noonam na kinchid akhilesi vilokayami,

Dhoonam dayarhamagathim karunamathardgrai

Renam sisum sishirayasu kadaksha pathai.                                      8

 

I do not see any source of happiness except your mercy,

And Oh goddess of the universe, please cool  this lad,

Who is suffering, who does not have any other hope.

And who is fit for receiving your mercy with your  mere glance.

 

 

Imam patedhya prayathsthavodhga,

Mananya chetha jagatham jananya,

Savidhwadhradhitha pada peeto,

Labhetha sarvam purusharthasartham.                        9

 

He who reads this prayer,

Addressed to the mother of the universe,

Who has incomparable grace,

Would be worshipped by all wise men,

And would get  all the great wealth of this world.