As if the creators Kalpa 1 is a second. When will I see thine holy pair of feet, Oh king of the mountains, And be able to hold it ,carry it on the head, eyes and chest, Embrace it, smell the scent of lotus flowers from it, And attain rapturous ecstacy, Which even Brahma and others do not get. In your hands is the Golden mountain, Near you is the Lord of Riches, In your house is the wish giving tree, The Cow which grants everything, The precious stone fulfilling , Any wish that enters your mind, And such many others, On your head is the moon with cool rays, And all the good in the world is always on your feet, And so what can slave offer you my Lord, Except my mind which can be given as the offering. I offer devotions to thine lotus like feet, I meditate on thee who is the greatest, I seek thy refuge, Oh my Lord, And by my words I beg from you, Oh Vibhu, To bless me with the merciful divine sight, Which is always sought by the Gods, Oh teacher of the universe, Teach me the way of the lesson happy living. Oh lord of all beings, Is not your one and only one great help sufficient? For with a view to give protection, To those beings which are movable and immovable, And which are placed inside thine belly, And also to those who are placed outside, The ultra fire producing and fearful herbal poison, Which makes all the devas flee in fright, Has been stopped by you in your neck itself.
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As if the creators Kalpa 1 is a second. When will I see thine holy pair of feet, Oh king of the mountains, And be able to hold it ,carry it on the head, eyes and chest, Embrace it, smell the scent of lotus flowers from it, And attain rapturous ecstacy, Which even Brahma and others do not get. In your hands is the Golden mountain, Near you is the Lord of Riches, In your house is the wish giving tree, The Cow which grants everything, The precious stone fulfilling , Any wish that enters your mind, And such many others, On your head is the moon with cool rays, And all the good in the world is always on your feet, And so what can slave offer you my Lord, Except my mind which can be given as the offering.
I offer devotions to thine lotus like feet, I meditate on thee who is the greatest, I seek thy refuge, Oh my Lord, And by my words I beg from you, Oh Vibhu, To bless me with the merciful divine sight, Which is always sought by the Gods, Oh teacher of the universe, Teach me the way of the lesson happy living.
Oh lord of all beings, Is not your one and only one great help sufficient? For with a view to give protection, To those beings which are movable and immovable, And which are placed inside thine belly, And also to those who are placed outside, The ultra fire producing and fearful herbal poison, Which makes all the devas flee in fright, Has been stopped by you in your neck itself. It is neither swallowed nor spit out!
How was the fierce flame like poison Which made, all the courageous devas fear, Seen by you , my Lord? Was that fire carried in your hand, Did it appear like the fully ripe plum fruit to you? Was it not kept on your tongue, Did it appear as pills from the Siddha doctor? Was it not worn in your neck, Did it appear like a blue gem ornament to you?
Oh , Shmabhu the great one , be pleased to tell. Is it not sufficient oh, God of Gods, For attaining liberation for people like me-, To do either service to you, Salutations to you, Singing about you, Worshipping you, Meditating on you, hearing your stories, Or seeing you once. What other liberation is there at all? If I can attain liberation by these, What else should I wish for? What would I get by getting tired, By following other unstable gods?
Who can ever estimate thine valour, Pasupathe? Who has the courage that you have, Oh Shambhu? How can any one else attain thine state of mind? While all devas loose their stability, While all the crowd of sages tremble, When the world is destroyed. At the end of all-the great deluge, You in solitude , fearlessly carry on thine play, In intense rapture and pleasure.
Engaged in gathering and preservation, And giving of all the good things in life, Teacher great of the known and the unknown, Who has spread within and without, Knower of all that is to be known, And doer of all possible mercies, What is there for me to tell you?
I daily think in my mind, That you are very close to my mind, And you are doer of god to me. Oh Lord Shambhu. Oh Lord , who is with your consort, I who am the devotee, Having tied the thread of devotion, Filled with water of happiness, In the pot of my mind which is golden clear, Have kept the mango leaves of your feet, And the coconut of real knowledge, And chant the holy peaceful five lettered Manthra And am purifying this body which carries my soul, And am searching good things which are pleasant to the mind, And thus performing this ceremony of purification..
The crowd of good minded people, Are churning the ocean of Vedas with dedication, Using the rope of stable devotion , And the churning stick of the attentive mind, And get from it , the Lord with Uma , his consort, Who is like the wish giving tree, Who is like the wish yielding Kamadhenu, Who is like the wish yielding gem , Chintamani, Who for the knowledgeable is like the stable nectar of happiness, And permanent granter of all luck given by Rema.
Or Seen through the holy mountain in the east, Personification of clarity and white nectar,, Doer of good who is served by the stars, Who is full and who removes darkness of night, Who is Soma the moon and who is seen in the sky If he is then, The sea would be raised by him royally, And he would help the flowers to open.
Since the only emperor who is Lord Shiva, Who is respected and royal, Sits in the city of the lotus of mind, The four legged Dharma 2 is well observed, The Sins attain their last, Passion anger and arrogance have gone away, The seasons do only good, And the royal curative crop of happiness and knowledge gives good yield. Irrigated using the machinery of wisdom, Using the pot of words, Brought through the canals and sub canal of poems, The nectar like water of the story of Sadashiva, Would make the crop of devotion growing in the field of heart, Bloom.
And so god of gods who is the god of universe, How can this servant of yours fear famine ever. To get released from the tragedy of sin, And to taste the immortal wealth, Oh Lord who has won over death, The Tongue, mind, head, legs , hands, eyes and ears of mine, Each request me respectively , To do thine praise, to meditate on you, To bow before thy great self, To go round and round you, To see you soulfully and clearly, And to hear thine praise and stories, So please be kind to order me to do the above, Oh Lord, And also again and again remind me to do these, And please do not be mute with me for any reason.
Oh Lord, who likes to live in an unapproachable fort 3 , With fathomless mind as its moat, With strong determined courage as its walls, With outstanding good qualities as its friendly army, With the inlets of strong senses as its gates, With immeasurable knowledge as its wealth, And thus blessed with all that is needed, Is the fort of my mind, And so be pleased to live here forever. OR The being that holds the deer in its hand, The being that kills wild elephants, The being that can kill the ferocious tiger, The being that can kill all other beings, The being that is the Lord of the mountains, The being that has a bright body, The being that is called Lion, Lives in the cave of my mind, And how will fear ever come to me?
Hey mind , which is the greatest bird, In the tree with parts of Vedas as branches, With Upanishads as its crown, Being served by learned Brahmins as birds, Which is indestructible, Which gives pleasure giving joy, Which destroys sorrow, Whose fruits give out nectar as its juice, And that which shines for ever, Exists the two lotus feet of Sankara as cage.
Live in there iand daily play, And stop your wanderings forever. Suffice this wanderings of yours. Oh mind , the king of swans, Live secretly along with damsels of devotion to God, In the house of lotus feet of the Lord of Girija Filled with the luster of rows of nails of the lord, Glistening with glorious tides of nectar , Made pretty red by bright red rubies, Surrounded by ascetics who are like swans, And live as you like with peace.
In the season of spring of meditation on Shambhu, In the garden of the heart, The dried leaves of sin fall off, The throng of creepers of devotion glow, The leaf buds of good action appear, The flower bud of good character, The flowers of prayer, The heavenly scent of good deeds, The flow of honey like ambrosia of joy of knowledge, And the fruit of knowledgeable experience glow.
Filled with water of perennial happiness, Seat of the lotus like heart of sages and devas, Clear and approached by the birds of good people, That which removes the dirt of sins, Which emits the smell of goodness, And which is the lake of meditation of Shiva, May be reached permanently by you, Of mind which is the best of swans, Why instead go and reach, This small puddle of common world which is the resort of the mean,, And suffer the strains of aimless travel.
Irrigated by the water of joy which is like nectar, And sprouted from the devotion to the lotus feet of Shiva, This creeper of devotion would catch on the branches of the firm character, And climb and spread on the high frame of mind Which has branches and sub branches, And grow luxuriantly with sinless actions and deeds of devotion, And give me daily for ever the sweet fruit of salvation, Which is sweet to the mind. He who lives in the Upanishads , Which are in the end of Vedas, He who is very handsome, Because he is deeply in love with Bramarambika, 4 He who always has the scent of devotion of sages, He who wears king of snakes as ornament, He who is worshipped by all with good mind, He who is known for his good qualities, He who is in the embrace of Parvathy, And He , the Mallikarjuna 5 who lives atop the Srigiri 6 , Would be served by me.
OR May that which likes to dance , As per the wish of the female bee, May that which drinks the oozing rut from the elephant, May that that whose joy increased, On seeing the season of spring, May that which makes sound, May that with a jet black body, May that which is like by the God of love, May that which likes a flowering garden, May that which likes to live in pretty mountain, May that which can travel everywhere, And may that holy male bee, Appear and dance on seeing the lotus of my mind.
BOTH ARE GIVEN BELOW Hey Shambho , Hey God who has blue neck, Who showers the nectar like mercy, Who wants to cure painful aches of the mind, Which are like the trouble caused by heat in summer, Who is served by the good, Wishing for a heavy harvest of the plant of knowledge, Who can take any form, Who has devotees who dance like the peacock, Who lives on mountains, And who has the waving tuft of hair, My mind which is the Chataka bird, Desires for you always, Hey blue cloud , Hey harbinger of good, Who showers the nectar like rain laced with mercy, Who likes to cure the aches of hot summer, Who is loved by the farmers, Wishing for a heavy crop, Who can assume any form, Who has several peacocks dancing, Who is stopped by the mountains, And who has several waves of lightning, My mind which is the Chataka bird, Always desires for you.
I pray the blue necked God who is like a peacock. Whose glittering dance excels, Done in the dusk in the end of summer, With drum beats from the hands of Vishnu, Like the thunder of the clouds, With the shifting sights of Devas, Like the bright changing lightning, With the happy tears from eyes of devotees, Like the rainfall from the sky, And in front of Goddess Parvathy who is like the pea hen.
To whom who is the first, To whom who has great luster, To whom who is known by the Vedas, To whom who is possible to be known, To whom who is of the form of knowledge and happiness, To whom who is interested in saving the three worlds, To whom who is meditated on by all Yogis, To whom who is sung about by Devas, To whom who keeps illusion with him, To whom who is interested in vigorous dance, To whom who has a matted lock, And to whom who is personification of good, Are my prostrations.
To whom who is forever, To whom who is the soul of the holy trinity, To whom who won over the three cities, To whom who is the fame of Kathyayani, To whom who is personification of truth, To whom who was the first to have family, To whom who appears before mind of sages, To whom who created the three worlds by illusion, To whom who is at the end of all Vedas, To whom who enjoys dancing in the evening, To whom who wears the matted lock, To whom who is lord Shambhu. Always For filling my stomach, And desirous of becoming rich.
Many I have contacted, And have traveled without aim, But knew not service to you, Oh all pervading one. Oh, Lord of all beings, Oh.
Lord who wipes away sin of his devotees, Because of the good that I did in my previous birth, Knew I, that you are within all beings, And so I become fit to be saved by you. The sun , the friend of the lotus, Tearing the darkness pervading in sky and earth. Becomes visible to the eye, But you having the luster of billions of suns, Are not known to me. Oh , Lord of all beings, Remove all that darkness, And become really visible to me.
Oh Lord of all beings, Oh Consort of Goddess Gowri 7 , Oh all pervading one, Just like the swan desires the cluster of lotus flowers, Just like the Chataka 8 bird intensely longs for the blue dark cloud, Just like the Chakravaka 9 bird longs for Sun, the Lord of lotus flowers, And just like the Chakora 10 bird longs for the moon every day, My mind longs for thine pair of lotus like feet, Which can be searched only by path of knowledge, And which bestows the bliss of emancipation.
Just like the man dragged by flood longs for the bank, Just like the tired traveler longs for the tree shade, Just like the one who is afraid of rain longs for a pleasant home, Just like the traveling guest longs for the sight of hospitable householder, Just like the poor longs for the charitable rich, Just like the one terrified by darkness longs for the light, And just like one suffering from biting cold longs for the open fire, Oh my mind, you long for the lotus feet of Shambhu.
Which removes all fears and phobias and gives pleasure. Like the real seed progeny reaches for the mother ankola tree, Like the iron needle reaches for the load stone. Like the chaste woman reaches for her lord, Like the tender creeper reaches for near by trees, Like the river reaches for the sea, If the spirit of the mind, Reaches for the lotus feet of Pasupathi, And stays there always, Then that state is called devotion.
Oh Lord, the mother called devotion, Bathes with tears of joy and feels enthralled, Dresses she using the clean and pure mind, Feeds and fills up the belly she with the nectar of your stories, Found in words at the tip of the conch like vessel, Protects she the body with Rudraksha and ash as amulets, And takes care of the devotee child, Placed in the cradle of Your memory. The way faring sandals become the kusa crown of Pasupathi, The gargled mouthful of water become the holy water of bath , To him who destroyed the three cities, The just tasted pieces of the remaining meat , Become the holy offering to the Lord, And wonder of wonders,the hunter who lives in the forest Becomes the king of devotees.
What is there in this world that devotion to the Lord cannot do? This sloka refers to the devotion shown by Kannappa a hunter devotee of Lord Shiva. In the forest he used to remove his sandals and place it on the top of the idol, bring water in his mouth to bathe the idol and offer to the lord the meat pieces which he found were tasty.
Hey , Consort of Gowri, Your tiny tender pair of feet is engaged, In kicking at the chest of God of Death, In trampling over hard hearted Apasmara, In traveling on the mountains, And in being beside the crowns on the heads of Devas, Who prostrate before you.
Always recognize and be pleased to wear, The gem studded shoes of my mind and travel. Oh bestower of happiness, You create the world for your sport, All the people there are but animal toys to you, All that I do is for your pleasure, And it is true that all my actions are instrument fine. For the pleasure of your devotees, So, Lord of All beings, My protection should indeed be done by you. I seek refuge in meditation on the eternal Sadashiva Which is the pretty land that can grow, Vivid types of joy, pleasure full copious tears, And real innate thrills in life, Which is also the eternal stable state, And which is sought by people searching for fruits, Oh, store house of mercy, Oh, Lord of all beings, Please be kind enough to look after, The cow of my devotion to you, Which constantly yields the ambrosia of happiness, Which lives in the stable of your feet, And which is the result of great and good deeds.
Idiocy , irrationality , blemishes, And crooked gait , I do not have. If but I had, I may perhaps be, Suitable as your ornament. In public and in secret, And with independent intellect, You are suitable to be worshipped. Oh Lord ,who is pinnacle of graciousness, And oh my Lord ,who can grant countless blessings, So more than the impermanent world, You ,the lord with the moon, Is always in my heart.
With the bow string of peak devotion, With the bow of meditation, With memory of Shiva as the collection of arrows, Which never gets depleted, The best among the intellects, Becomes victorious after winning, Over the enemies called sin, And attains the stable kingdom of heaven.
Having located with the magic collyrium of meditation, Having thrown light and destroyed darkness, Using the chanting of the name of the Lord, If any one can bring to the top, Your lotus feet with serpentine ornaments, Which is worshipped by devas by the great sacrifice, Of repetition of your great story, They attain the meaning of life.
Oh good mind of mine, Do the chanting of the names, Of the lotus feet of the God of universe, In search of which even lord Vishnu, Who has Lakshmi and Goddess Earth as consorts, Took the form of a wild boar, And which is the fertile land, In which the panacea giving salvation from life grows. What else great can you attain in this world?
Engaged in removing by the ceaseless divine smell, The desire, bondage, suffering and bad conduct within us, Is the lotus feet of Him who wears the ether as garment, And so let the box of my mind may be bestowed with divine fragrance. Oh enemy of the cupid, Oh leader of the universe, Oh God who travels on a bull, Please mount and travel, My mind which is a horse, Which is auspicious, Which has varied charming gaits, Which moves with speed, Which is skilled in knowing gestures of others, Which does not have blemishes, And which has auspicious looks.
How else could it be? My mind to get fixed on the lotus feet of the Lord, Resembles the sweetheart separated from her lover, And always remembers, has sweet dreams, Recollects of early meetings and sings about it, And in similar fashion chants the names of Lord Shiva, In a trance and gets worried. Teach me the etiquette of serving the great, With devotion, with clean mind and with attachment to the good, And exalt my intellect, Oh, my Lord, Like the noble groom leads his new bride.
Daily used to move in soft lotus petalled mind of Yogis, Oh Lord who is bestower of happiness, How did it wound, the hard doors of the chest of God of death, My mind is worried about your pair of feet that are tender and soft, Oh God who is everywhere, Make them visible to my eye, And I will gently massage it with my hands.
This one will be born, his mind is hard, And I have to dance on it. So thinking my lord , To save me ,you walked with your tender soft feet, On hard surfaced mountains, During yore and practiced and learnt. If it is not so instead of walking, In divine homes, beds of flowers, And well laid out paths. Is it the meaning of that, Oh Shambhu? Hey , Lord who is with his consort Uma, He who can spend some time For worshipping your lotus feet, For doing meditation and mixing with you, For saluting you, For hearing your holy stories, For being in your prescence, For singing your fame, And being happy with his mind offered to you, Attains salvation even when he is alive.
Oh Lord of Arya 11 , The lord Vishnu became your arrow 12 and bull 13 , Occupied half your body, Became transformed to be your wife, Occupying half your body Became a boar to search for you, Became your lady friend to serve the nectar, Became the player of drum while you danced, And offered his eye in worship at your feet, He also took half the share of your body as Harihara, And so he becomes eminently suitable for worship, For who else is there greater than him.
There is no doubt that worship of mortal gods Subject to birth and death will ever give even little happiness, Worship of birthless Lord with Amba, who has deathless body, Leads to supreme pleasure and those who do are blessed.
Oh , Lord Shiva who rules all the world, And who is the friend of all the world, Oh Lord who is ocean of bliss, Oh store house of mercy, To serve you besides your consort Gowri, I am presenting you the maid of my intellect, Who has all good qualities, With a request to you. To live in the house of my mind.
Ignorant I am , as to how to churn the ocean, Incapable I am of digging and going to Patala 14 , Nor am I a skilled hunter of wild animals, So how will I ever arrange your worship,Lord who wears the moon, With food 15 , ornament 16 and cloths 17 that you like.
Neither I can become a swan nor a boar, And how will I ever find your crown and your tender feet, When even Brahma and Vishnu who took those forms , Could not ever know about them.
Oh Lord Shambhu, Your food is poison 18 , Your ornaments are the snakes, Your clothes are thick hides, And your vehicle is the big , majestic bull. What are you ever going to offer me, That I need out of these? What else have you got? Please give me only devotion, To your lotus like feet. How will I ever worship thee lord.
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