हिन्दी
Shiva becomes capable of creating the Universe, only when united with Shakthi (Her), but otherwise (when not so joined with Her), He is incapable of even a stir, how then could one, who has not acquired merit (punya) in this and previous births worship Her or at-least praise Her, who is adored even by Vishnu, Shiva, Brahma and others!
Collecting minute particles of the dust falling from your lotus-feet, Brahma creates this limitless and mysterious Universe without any imperfection, Vishnu in the form of Adisesha though with thousand heads, bears it with great effort and Shiva reducing the particles into ashes besmears His body with them at the time for dissolution!
The dust of your lotus-feet is the Island City, wherefrom takes place the luminous sunrise of spiritual illumination driving away the over-casting darkness of ignorance in the hearts of the devotees. It forms the cluster of flower buds from which gushes forth the nectar of intelligence. enlivening the dull-witted. It is a veritable necklace of wish-yielding gems for the poverty-stricken. And for those immersed in the ocean of wordly affairs, it becomes their uplifter like the Tusk of Vishnu, which raised the earth from submergence in pralaya waters when He incarnated as the Cosmic Boar.
All deities except You, vouchsafe protection to devotees and grant their desires by gestures of their hands. You alone are not given to any such external demonstration of giving boons and shelter. It is so because your feet are by themselves powerful to protect those in the grip of fear and grant more than what is desired by devotees.
Adoring You who are the Bestower of all prosperity on all your votaries, Hari (Vishnu) was once able to become a charming female and stir waves of passion in the mind of the most impassioned Shiva, the destroyer of the three cities and the enemy of Kaamaa. Has not Smaraa (Kaamaa, the God of love) because of having bowed before You, obtained a personality, pleasingly attractive to the eye of his beloved Rathi and become capable of generating passion even in the minds of great sages!
Oh, daughter of the snow-clad Himalaya Mountain! Kamadeva, the God of love, has only a bow made of arrows, with its string comprised of a cluster of honeybees, and arrows barely five. The spring season (periodical and undependable) is his assistant and the southern breeze, his war-chariot. Yet, with such frail equipment, bodiless and alone though he be, Manmatha conquers the entire Universe, having obtained some favour through your benign side-glance.
May the divine Mother with Her slender waist girdled with jingling mini-bells, body slightly bent in the middle by the weight of Her breast resembling the frontal globes of the forehead of a young elephant, her face blooming like the autumnal moon and her four hands holding bow, arrow, noose and goad and Who is the pride of Shiva, manifest Her presence before us.
Fortunate are those few, who worship You, the inundation of Bliss-Consciousness, as reclining on a mattress that is Paramashiva (the Supreme Shiva or Sadashiva) spread on a couch which too is an aspect of Shiva, inside the mansion constructed of precious Chintamani gems, surrounded by the pleasure garden of Neepa trees, in the island of gems of all kinds, encircled by rows of celestial trees, the island itself being situated in the midst of the ocean of nectar.
Breaking through the Moola Dhaara, the Manipura, The Swaadhishtaana, The Anaahatha, The Vishuddhi and Aagnaa chakras (plexuses) and having crossed Pruthvi (earth), Apaasa (water), Thejasa (fire), Vaayu (air), Aakashaa (ether) and Manasa (mind) - tattvas of the respective Chakra, You ascending through the Sushumna sporteth with your Consort in the solitude of Sahasrara - the thousand-petalled lotus above in the head.
Drenching the (seventy-two thousand) nerves in the body with the flood of nectar gushing from your feet, you (the kundalini representing Thripurasundari) descendest from the Sahasrara into the hollow of your own ground at the lower end of the Sushumna converting yourself into a serpent with three coils and a half, and sleepest in the crevice in the centre of the Moola Dhaara lotus.
The angles of your abode (the Srichakra) which is made up of the nine moolaprakrithis or basic triangles (the nine primary causative forces of the Universe) consisting of the four distinct Shiva triangles (with apex upwards) kept apart from the former by the Bindu, with the eight-petalled lotus, the lotus of sixteen petals with the three circles around and the three lines, are counted as forty-four triangles.
Oh, Daughter of the snow-clad Mountain! The best of thinkers-Brahma and others - are at great pains to find a suitable comparison to your beauty. Even the celestial damsels, out of great eagerness to get a glimpse of your splendour, mentally attain a condition of absorption into Shiva, which is unobtainable even by penance.
If your gracious side-glance falls on a very decrepit old man who is ugly to look at and whose erotic sensibilities are dead, he will be followed in all haste, by love-lorn young women in their hundreds, having their locks scattered, their rounded breasts exposed by the loosening of their upper robes, and their girdles suddenly broken in excitement, thus letting their silken robes slip down.
In the Bindu in the centre of the Sahasraara is your transcendent abode, far above the chakra to which your Rays (or luminous manifestation of Shakthis) reach in the following combinations: Fifty-six in the Moola Dhaara chakra comprised of the element of Earth (pruthvi tattwa), fifty-two in the Manipura of the essence of Water (apa tattwa), sixty-two in the Swadhishtaana of the element of Fire (agni tattwa), fifty-two in the Anaahatha of the character of Air (vaayu tattwa), seventy-two rays in the Vishuddhi of the form of Ether (akaasha tattwa) and sixty-four in the Agna which partakes of the character of Mind (manasa tattwa).
How can torrents of words, excelling even honey, milk and grapes, help flowing from the mouth of good men who once make prostration to You who are endowed with the lustre of the autumnal moon, who are holding your hands in the pose of granting boons and offering protection, and sporting in the other two a rosary of crystal beads and a book, and who wears the crescent moon in your crown of plaited locks!
O Mother, You Aruna, the crimson-coloured Goddess, are like the light of morning's rising sun to the lotus flowers constituted of the minds of gifted poets (helping as your dust, their poesy to blossom forth). Therefore, those devoted men who adore you become capable of delighting the minds of assemblies of literary connoisseurs with the majestic flow of their words surging like waves of erotic sentiments emanating from youthful Saraswathi, the Goddess of Learning.
O Mother! Those who meditate on you in association with Vashini and allied deities - who are all the sources of speech and whose radiance resembles the lustre of freshly cut moonstone-can become the authors of poetical works as delightful as those of great ones, and sweet with the fragrance of the mouth of Saraswathi, Goddess of poesy and learning.
How can numerous celestial courtesans including Urvashi, with eyes bashful like those of a frightened deer of the forest, do not become fascinated by a person who meditates on the beauty of your form which bathes the heaven and the earth in its crimson radiance resembling the rising sun!
Oh, Consort of Hara! The one who thinks of a woman's face in the Bindu (the dot in the triangle), her twin breasts below it and the half of the letter "H" still below and contemplates your manmathakala on those spots (and thus gets identified with her in meditation) will quickly stir the mind of any woman. This indeed is a trifle for him. For, in no time he can fascinate even the Triloki (the three worlds conceived as a woman) with the sun and moon as breasts.
He who meditates on you who sends forth luminous waves of bliss from your body, as an idol made of moonstone, will be capable of humbling the pride and ferocity of serpents by his mere look, like Garuda Himself. Nay, like the nectar - showering Nadi (nerve), his look can cure any ailment, including the afflictions of fever.
The noble spiritual aspirants, whose minds are free from impurities like lust and greed and from the hold of 'Maya" consisting of ignorance, egotism and the like, are filled with thrills of spiritual bliss by experiencing your lightning-like Kala (shakti in union with Shiva known as Sadhakyaa) in the core of the thousand-petalled lotus, which transcends the six lotuses beginning with the Mulaadhaara inclusive of your manifestations as fire, sun and moon in them.
When one, desirous of praying to you using terms like - ' Oh, Bhavani, bestow your gracious glance on me, your servant', even before he utters "Bhavani Thvam", You bestow on him the status of oneness with your feet at which divinities like Vishnu, Brahma and Indra are performing the lustration ceremony with the brilliance of their diadems (as they bow down their heads in prostration).
I have feeling that, unsatisfied even after having appropriated the left half of Shambhu as Ardhanaareeswaraa, (a form of half-man and half-woman), You has also invaded His right half; for your form that shines in my heart is totally crimson in complexion and slightly bent by the weight of the two breasts, besides having three eyes and the crescent moon in the diadem.
Brahma brings forth the Universe, Hari (Vishnu) sustains and protects it, Rudra (Shiva) destroys it, and Esha (Maheshwara) absorbs all these Deities (including the Universe in involution) into Himself and disappears into Sadashiva (the Ultimate Category). Then (when it is time for a new cycle of creation to begin) Adaashiva, on receiving the mandate from you by a movement of your creeper-like brows, blesses (i.e., manifests and restores) them into activity (as before in the previous cycle).
The worship done at your feet, O Consort of Shiva, is also the worship of all the three Deities Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, who have their origin in your three Gunas (Rajasa, Sattva, Thamasa). They require no special worship, because they are ever waiting with their joined palms held above their crowned heads in salutation to you by the side of the diamond footstool that bear your feet.
Virinchi (Brahma) is reduced into elements: Hari (Vishnu) retires into passivity:Keenaasha (Yama, the God of death) Himself dies; Kubera, the god of wealth meets with his end; and Indra with all His followers closes His eyes in destruction. When such is the state of all beings at the time of the total dissolution (Mahasamhaara) of the Universe, O Sati, chaste Consort of Shiva, Your husband Sadashiva is alone sporting.
Even after consuming nectar, which confers immunity from frightful grey hairs (old age) and death, Deities like Brahma and Indra perish finally at the time of cosmic dissolution. If the longevity of your Consort Shiva, despite His having swallowed the terrific poison, is not limited by time, it is because of the greatness of your ear-ornaments.
May everything that I do with the sense of self-dedication be items in your service - my prattle, the utterance of your mantra, the movements of my hand, the gestures and poses of your worship; my walking, your circumambulation; my eating, fire-sacrifice to your; the stretching of the body in sleep and rest, prostration to you, and all my enjoyments, offerings made to you.
At the unannounced arrival of Shiva at your abode, you spring up in such hurry to receive Him, that your attendants, in their concern for your safety, caution you, crying out, 'take care of the crown of Brahma, avoid tumbling over the heavy diadem of Vishnu, beware of the crest of Indra!
O Mother Eternal! By ever meditating with a feeling of identification with you, who are surrounded by divine powers like 'animaa' which are only rays emanating from your feet, a devotee attains glories far above even those of Shiva. No wonder that the flames of the Cosmic Dissolution prove only to be the adoration by (the rite of) waving lights.
Shiva at first remained satisfied after giving to the world, the sixty-four tantras which expound practices conferring only one or another of the various psychic powers and worldly fulfilments. Afterwards, on your special insistence, He revealed this your own tantra to the world, independent of all the others and capable of conferring all the four aspirations of men-dharma, artha, kaama and moksha.
Oh Mother! The parts that combine to form your name (mantra) are three groups of syllables-first, the group Ka, e, i and la indicated by the words Shiva, Shakthi, Kaama, Kshithi, second group ha, sa, ka and la denoted by Ravi, Sheethakirana, Smara, Hamsa and Shakra and third, the group Sa, Ka and la denoted by Paraa, Maara and Hari, conjoined with the syllable Hrim at the end of each of the three groups of syllables.
Some connoisseurs of the highest enjoyment, adding before the beginning of your mantra (verse) the Bija-syllables of Kaamaraaja (Klim), Bhuvaneswari (Hrim) and Sri (Srim) and adorned with a necklace of Chinthamani, worship you with oblations consisting of countless streams of Kamadhenu's ghee in the purified fire of Shiva (i.e., Shakthi established as the thrikona in the anaahatha chakra).
Oh Bhagavathi! You are indeed the body of Shambhu with the sun and the moon as the two breasts. I consider you pure frame to be Shambhu. Hence the relationship of the principle and the accessory exists in common among you both who as transcendent bliss and consciousness are on equal footing.
Oh, Shiva's Consort! You are mind, You are Ether, You are Air, You are fire, Water and Earth too. When You has transformed yourself in this way into the Universe, there is nothing beyond not included in You. It is to transform yourself into the Universe that You assumed this form of Consciousness and Bliss as Shiva's Consort.
I worship Shiva in the form of Brahma,
with your dance-mastered Samaya Shakti (Savitri) at the base.,
He is skilled in the great dance,
the publisher of Shiva Navaras,
From these two parents,
this world with its potential,
has been created by your mercy,
for the joint purpose,
of both of them to be fulfilled.
Oh Mother! Invoking Samvartha, the Lord of the fire of Dissolution in the Fire Element of your Swadhistana Chakram, I adore Him along with you, Samaya, the great Potency of Rudra. When the angry looks of Rudra burn up the Universe, it is your glance drenched with pity that renders a cooling treatment.
I worship that unique dark-blue rain cloud which abides ever in the Manipura with lightning in the form of Shakthi, dispelling darkness, with the rainbow formed by the dazzling variegated gem-decked ornaments (of Devi), sending showers on the Universe that has been burnt by the sun of Rudra.
Oh Mother! I adore the pair of Swans (Shiva-Shakthi) who take delight in imbibing the honey of the full-blown lotus of knowledge of the anaahatha-chakra, and who swim in the minds of the great. Their mutual conversation is what have become the eighteen arts, and they separate good from evil, the way the swans separate the milk from the water.
In your Vishuddhi chakra I meditate on Shiva, the creator of Ether, shining like pure crystal, along with the Devi who is equal to Shiva in all respects. By the radiance resembling moonlight emanating from them, the whole world enveloped in the darkness of ignorance rejoices, like the Chakori bird bathing in the rays of the moon.
I salute the Supreme Shambhu residing in your aagnaa chakra, who is resplendent as millions of suns and moons put together, and whose (left) side is integrated with the Supreme Consciousness embodied as the Devi. He who adores Him with devotion lives in the Saghasrara, the effulgent world which needs no light and is beyond the grasp of all.
That's it. Anandalahari completes here!
