असौ नासावंशस्तुहिनगिरिवंशध्वजपटिः
त्वदीयो नेदीयः फलतु फलमस्माकमुचितम् ।
वहन्नन्तर्मुक्ताः शिशिरतरनिश्वासगलितं
समृद्ध्या यत्तासां बहिरपि च मुक्तामणिधरः ॥ ६१॥
English Translation
May your nose-ridge — the banner of the Himālaya lineage, being very near —
bestow the fitting fruit upon us. Bearing the pearls within (nostrils) dropped by the exceedingly cool
breath, and yet by their abundance a bearer of a pearl-gem outside too.
प्रकृत्या रक्तायास्तव सुदति दन्तच्छदरुचेः
प्रवक्ष्ये सादृश्यं जनयतु फलं विद्रुमलता ।
न बिम्बं तद्बिम्बप्रतिफलनरागादरुणितं
तुलामध्यारोढुं कथमिव विलज्जेत कलया ॥ ६२॥
English Translation
O fair-toothed one! I shall describe the similarity with the naturally red
lustre of your lip. Let the coral creeper bear fruit [for comparison]. But that bimba fruit — reddened
as it is by the reflection of your lip's image — how would it not be ashamed to even step onto the scale
of comparison by even a fraction?
स्मितज्योत्स्नाजालं तव वदनचन्द्रस्य पिबतां
चकोराणामासीदतिरसतया चञ्चुजडिमा ।
अतस्ते शीतांशोरमृतलहरीमम्लरुचयः
पिबन्ति स्वच्छन्दं निशि निशि भृशं काञ्जिकधिया ॥ ६३॥
English Translation
Those cakora birds who drank the flood of smile-moonlight from your face-moon
experienced a numbing of the beak from its excessive sweetness. Therefore, those (now) with a craving
for sourness drink the nectar-wave of your cool-rayed [moon] freely, night after night intensely,
imagining it to be kāñjika (sour rice-water).
अविश्रान्तं पत्युर्गुणगणकथाम्रेडनजपा
जपापुष्पच्छाया तव जननि जिह्वा जयति सा ।
यदग्रासीनायाः स्फटिकदृषदच्छच्छविमयी
सरस्वत्यामूर्तिः परिणमति माणिक्यवपुषा ॥ ६४॥
English Translation
O Mother! Your tongue — red as the japā flower, ceaselessly engaged in the
repeated recitation of the catalogue of your husband's virtues — is victorious; for at its tip,
Sarasvatī who was of crystal-clear lustre transforms into the form of ruby.
रणे जित्वा दैत्यानपहृतशिरस्त्रैः कवचिभिः
निवृत्तैश्चण्डांशत्रिपुरहरनिर्माल्यविमुखैः ।
विशाखेन्द्रोपेन्द्रैः शशिविशदकर्पूरशकला
विलीयन्ते मातस्तव वदनताम्बूलकबलाः ॥ ६५॥
English Translation
O Mother! The pieces of camphor white as the moon that dissolve in the
betel-mouthfuls of your face — these are [the offerings of] Skanda, Indra, and Viṣṇu — who, having
conquered the demons in battle and returned, their helmets removed and their armour off, having turned
away from the used garlands of the Sun and Śiva.
विपञ्च्या गायन्ती विविधमपदानं पशुपतेः
त्वयारब्धे वक्तुं चलितशिरसा साधुवचने ।
तदीयैर्माधुर्यैरपलपिततन्त्रीकलरवां
निजां वीणां वाणी निचुलयति चोलेन निभृतम् ॥ ६६॥
English Translation
Sarasvatī, singing the various deeds of Paśupati on her vīṇā, as soon as you
begin to speak — nodding her head in approval saying "bravo" — quietly hides her own vīṇā in her
garment, since your sweetnesses have silenced/put to shame its melodious string-sounds.
कराग्रेण स्पृष्टं तुहिनगिरिणा वत्सलतया
गिरीशेनोदस्तं मुहुरधरपानाकुलतया ।
करग्राह्यं शम्भोर्मुखमुकुरवृन्तं गिरिसुते
कथङ्कारं ब्रूमस्तव चिबुकमौपम्यरहितम् ॥ ६७॥
English Translation
O daughter of the mountain! Your chin — touched with fingertips by the
Himālaya in parental affection; repeatedly lifted up by Śiva in eagerness to drink from your lower lip;
the handle of the mirror of Śambhu's face, to be grasped by his hand — how shall we describe this chin
that is beyond all comparison?
भुजाश्लेषान्नित्यं पुरदमयितुः कण्टकवती
तव ग्रीवा धत्ते मुखकमलनालश्रियमियम् ।
स्वतः श्वेता कालागुरुबहुलजम्बालमलिना
मृणालीलालित्यं वहति यदधो हारलतिका ॥ ६८॥
English Translation
Your neck — forever goose-bumped from the embrace of the arms of the Subduer
of the Triple City — bears the beauty of the stalk of the face-lotus. Below it, the
pearl-necklace-creeper, naturally white yet darkened by the mud of abundant black aloe-wood perfume,
bears the graceful delicacy of a lotus-stalk.
गले रेखास्तिस्रो गतिगमकगीतैकनिपुणे
विवाहव्यानद्धप्रगुणगुणसंख्याप्रतिभुवः ।
विराजन्ते नानाविधमधुररागाकरभुवां
त्रयाणां ग्रामाणां स्थितिनियमसीमान इव ते ॥ ६९॥
English Translation
O you who are uniquely skilled in gait, musical ornaments, and song! The
three lines on your neck — sureties for the count of strings tightly strung on [Śiva's bow] at the
wedding — shine like the boundary-rules of the three musical grāmas (tonal systems), the mines from
which manifold sweet rāgas arise.
मृणालीमृद्वीनां तव भुजलतानां चतसृणां
चतुर्भिः सौन्दर्यं सरसिजभवः स्तौति वदनैः ।
नखेभ्यः सन्त्रस्यन् प्रथममथनादन्धकरिपोः
चतुर्णां शीर्षाणां सममभयहस्तार्पणधिया ॥ ७०॥
English Translation
Brahma, the lotus-born, praises the beauty of your four arm-creepers — tender
as lotus stalks — with four faces; [and he does so] simultaneously with all four heads, with the thought
of extending the gesture of fearlessness, terrified of your nails from the primordial churning by the
enemy of Andhaka (Śiva).
नखानामुद्द्योतैर्नवनलिनरागं विहसतां
कराणां ते कान्तिं कथय कथयामः कथमुमे ।
कयाचिद्वा साम्यं भजतु कलया हन्त कमलं
यदि क्रीडल्लक्ष्मीचरणतललाक्षारुणदलम् ॥ ७१॥
English Translation
O Umā! How shall we describe the beauty of your hands — whose nail-gleam
laughs at the pinkness of new lotuses? Alas! Let the lotus attain some fraction of similarity — if its
petals are reddened by the lac-dye from the soles of sporting Lakṣmī's feet.
समं देवि स्कन्दद्विपवदनपीतं स्तनयुगं
तवेदं नः खेदं हरतु सततं प्रस्नुतमुखम् ।
यदालोक्याशङ्काकुलितहृदयो हासजनकः
स्वकुम्भौ हेरम्बः परिमृशति हस्तेन झडिति ॥ ७२॥
English Translation
O Goddess! May this pair of your breasts — simultaneously drunk by the faces
of Skanda and the elephant (Gaṇeśa), always with overflowing nipples — remove our sorrow. Seeing which,
Gaṇeśa, his heart agitated by doubt (and in a way that causes laughter), quickly checks his own kumbhas
with his hand.
अमूते वक्षोजावमृतरसमाणिक्यकुतुपौ
न संदेहस्पन्दो नगपतिपताके मनसि नः ।
पिबन्तौ तौ यस्मादविदितवधूसङ्गरसिकौ
कुमारावद्यापि द्विरदवदनक्रौञ्चदलनौ ॥ ७३॥
English Translation
O banner of the mountain king! There is not the slightest tremor of doubt in
our minds [that] these two breasts of yours are ruby flasks of nectar-juice. Because those two — the
elephant-face-cleaver and the Krauñca-mountain-piercer (Gaṇeśa and Skanda) — are still youthful to this
day, never having known the pleasure of a wife's company, because they are still drinking from
them.
वहत्यम्ब स्तम्बेरमदनुजकुम्भप्रकृतिभिः
समारब्धां मुक्तामणिभिरमलां हारलतिकाम् ।
कुचाभोगो बिम्बाधररुचिभिरन्तः शबलितां
प्रतापव्यामिश्रां पुरदमयितुः कीर्तिमिव ते ॥ ७४॥
English Translation
O Mother! The expanse of your breasts bears a pure pearl-necklace creeper
fashioned from pearl-gems with the nature of the foreheads of demon-elephants — streaked within by the
lustre of the bimba-red lips — like the fame of the Subduer of the Triple City, mixed with his
splendour.
तव स्तन्यं मन्ये धरणिधरकन्ये हृदयतः
पयःपारावारः परिवहति सारस्वतमिव ।
दयावत्या दत्तं द्रविडशिशुरास्वाद्य तव यत्
कवीनां प्रौढानामजनि कमनीयः कवयिता ॥ ७५॥
English Translation
O daughter of the earth-bearer! I consider your breast-milk to carry, from
the heart, the ocean of milk like the Sarasvatī river of speech. A Draviḍa child, having tasted what was
given by you in compassion, became a charming poet-maker among the great accomplished poets.
हरक्रोधज्वालावलिभिरवलीढेन वपुषा
गभीरेते नाभीसरसिकृतसङ्गो मनसिजः ।
समुत्तस्थौ तस्मादचलतनये धूमलतिका
जनस्तां जानीते तव जननि रोमावलिरिति ॥ ७६॥
English Translation
O daughter of the mountain! Kāma, with his body consumed by the rows of
flames of Śiva's anger, took refuge in your deep navel-lake. From that rose up a smoke-creeper. O
Mother! People know that (smoke-creeper) as your line of body-hair.
यदेतत्कालिन्दीतनुतरतरङ्गाकृति शिवे
कृशे मध्ये किंचिज्जननि तव यद्भाति सुधियाम् ।
विमर्दादन्योऽन्यं कुचकलशयोरन्तरगतं
तनूभूतं व्योम प्रविशदिव नाभिंकुहरिणीम् ॥ ७७॥
English Translation
O Śivā, O Mother! That which appears somewhat in your slender waist — shaped
like the very thin ripples of the Yamunā — is, for the discerning, the space between the two
breast-pitchers that, pressed mutually against each other, has become attenuated and appears to be
entering the hollow navel.
स्थिरो गङ्गावर्तः स्तनमुकुलरोमावलिलता-
कलावालं कुण्डं कुसुमशरतेजोहुतभुजः ।
रतेर्लीलागारं किमपि तव नाभिर्गिरिसुते
बिलद्वारं सिद्धेर्गिरिशनयनानां विजयते ॥ ७८॥
English Translation
O daughter of the mountain! Your navel — a permanent Gaṅgā-whirlpool; a
garden-basin watered by the vine of the hair-line from the breast-buds; the fire-pit of the fire fed by
Kāma's flower-arrow energy; Rati's pleasure-house; the cave-entrance of accomplishment for Śiva's eyes —
prevails as something indefinable.
निसर्गक्षीणस्य स्तनतटभरेण क्लमजुषो
नमन्मूर्तेर्नारीतिलक शनकैस्त्रुट्यत इव ।
चिरं ते मध्यस्य त्रुटिततटिनीतीरतरुणा
समावस्थास्थेम्नो भवतु कुशलं शैलतनये ॥ ७९॥
English Translation
O foremost among women, O daughter of the mountain! May there be long
well-being to the steadiness in balanced poise of your waist — naturally thin, fatigued by the weight of
the breast-masses, its form bowing, as if slowly about to break — like a young tree at a crumbling
riverbank.
कुचौ सद्यःस्विद्यत्तटघटितकूर्पासभिदुरौ
कषन्तौ दोर्मूले कनककलशाभौ कलयता ।
तव त्रातुं भङ्गादलमिति वलग्नं तनुभुवा
त्रिधा नद्धं देवि त्रिवलिलवलीवल्लिभिरिव ॥ ८०॥
English Translation
O Goddess! The three folds [at your waist], clinging to your waist — which
bears the two golden-pitcher-like breasts tearing their bodice at their sweating surfaces, pressing
against the arm-roots — thinking "enough! I shall protect you from breaking," are triply bound, like
lavalī-creepers.
गुरुत्वं विस्तारं क्षितिधरपतिः पार्वति निजान्
नितम्बादाच्छिद्य त्वयि हरणरूपेण निदधे ।
अतस्ते विस्तीर्णो गुरुरयमशेषां वसुमतीं
नितम्बप्राग्भारः स्थगयति लघुत्वं नयति च ॥ ८१॥
English Translation
O Pārvatī! The lord of mountains (Himālaya), having cut off his heaviness and
expansiveness from his own slopes, deposited them in you in the form of a gift. Therefore this wide and
heavy forward-prominence of your hips overshadows the entire earth and renders it lightweight.
करीन्द्राणां शुण्डान्कनककदलीकाण्डपटलीः
उभाभ्यामूरुभ्यामुभयमपि निर्जित्य भवती ।
सुवृत्ताभ्यां पत्युः प्रणतिकठिनाभ्यां गिरिसुते
विजिग्ये जानुभ्यां विबुधकरिकुम्भद्वयमसि ॥ ८२॥
English Translation
O daughter of the mountain! You, having conquered both — the trunks of lordly
elephants and the rows of golden-plantain stalks — with both your thighs, have with your two knees,
perfectly round and hardened by prostrations to your husband, conquered the pair of kumbhas of Indra's
celestial elephant Airāvata.
पराजेतुं रुद्रं द्विगुणशरगर्भौ गिरिसुते
निषङ्गौ जङ्घे ते विषमविशिखो बाढमकृत ।
यदग्रे दृश्यन्ते दशशरफलाः पादयुगलीं
नखाग्रच्छद्मानः सुरमकुटशाणैकनिशिताः ॥ ८३॥
English Translation
O daughter of the mountain! Kāma, the odd-arrowed one, certainly fashioned
your two shins as quivers carrying double his arrows — in order to defeat Rudra. At their tips are seen
the ten arrow-heads — disguised as nail-tips — sharpened exclusively on the whetstone of the crowns of
gods.
श्रुतीनां मूर्धानो दधति तव यौ शेखरतया
ममाप्येतौ मातः शिरसि दयया धेहि चरणौ ।
ययोः पाद्यं पाथः पशुपतिजटाजूटतटिनी
ययोर्लाक्षालक्ष्मीररुणहरिचूडामणिरुचिः ॥ ८४॥
English Translation
O Mother! These two feet of yours — which the summits of the Vedas bear as
their crown-ornament — place with compassion on my head also. The water for washing which is the river
flowing in Śiva's matted locks (= the Gaṅgā); and the lac-beauty of which has the lustre of the red
crest-jewel of Viṣṇu.
नमोवाकं ब्रूमो नयनरमणीयाय पदयो-
स्तवास्मै द्वन्द्वाय स्फुटरुचिरसालक्तकवते ।
असूयत्यत्यन्तं यदभिहननाय स्पृहयते
पशूनामीशानः प्रमदवनकङ्केलितरवे ॥ ८५॥
English Translation
We declare our salutation to this pair of your feet — pleasing to the eyes,
brilliantly adorned with beautiful lac-dye — [a pair] toward which Paśupati (Śiva), lord of animals,
says the aśoka tree in the pleasure-garden is extremely jealous and desires to strike [your feet]
against it.
मृषा कृत्वा गोत्रस्खलनमथ वैलक्ष्यनमितं
ललाटे भर्तारं चरणकमले ताडयति ते ।
चिरादन्तःशल्यं दहनकृतमुन्मूलितवता
तुलाकोटिक्वाणैः किलिकिलितमीशानरिपुणा ॥ ८६॥
English Translation
Having falsely feigned a slip of the name, [your husband] then bows his
forehead in embarrassment — and you strike that forehead with your lotus-foot. The enemy of Īśāna
(Kāma), who has thereby uprooted the long-standing inner thorn caused by his burning, cries out in
joyful laughter at the tinkling of your anklet-tip.
हिमानीहन्तव्यं हिमगिरिनिवासैकचतुरौ
निशायां निद्राणं निशि चरमभागे च विशदौ ।
वरं लक्ष्मीपात्रं श्रियमतिसृजन्तौ समयिनां
सरोजं त्वत्पादौ जननि जयतश्चित्रमिह किम् ॥ ८७॥
English Translation
O Mother! Your feet are victorious over the lotus — which would be killed by
the frost [that your feet endure on the snow-mountain], which sleeps at night while your feet are open
and bright in the last watch of night, and which are a superior vessel of Lakṣmī, lavishly bestowing
prosperity on initiates. What wonder is there in this?
पदं ते कीर्तीनां प्रपदमपदं देवि विपदां
कथं नीतं सद्भिः कठिनकमठीकर्परतुलाम् ।
कथं वा बाहुभ्यामुपयमनकाले पुरभिदा
यदादाय न्यस्तं दृषदि दयमानेन मनसा ॥ ८८॥
English Translation
O Goddess! Your foot — the foremost seat of glories and the destroyer of
calamities — how did the virtuous bring it to comparison with the hard shell of a female tortoise? Or
how, at the time of the wedding, did the compassion-minded destroyer of the Triple City (Śiva) take it
with his arms and place it on the stone?
नखैर्नाकस्त्रीणां करकमलसंकोचशशिभि-
स्तरूणां दिव्यानां हसत इव ते चण्डि चरणौ ।
फलानि स्वःस्थेभ्यः किसलयकराग्रेण ददतां
दरिद्रेभ्यो भद्रां श्रियमनिशमह्नाय ददतौ ॥ ८९॥
English Translation
O Caṇḍī! Your two feet — whose nails are like moons that make the lotus-hands
of celestial women contract — seem to laugh at the divine wish-fulfilling trees. For those trees give
fruits to those already dwelling in heaven (the fortunate) with the tip of their tender-shoot hands;
while your feet give auspicious prosperity to the poor ceaselessly and immediately.
ददाने दीनेभ्यः श्रियमनिशमाशानुसदृशी-
ममन्दं सौन्दर्यप्रकरमकरन्दं विकिरति ।
तवास्मिन् मन्दारस्तबकसुभगे यातु चरणे
निमज्जन्मज्जीवः करणचरणः षट्चरणताम् ॥ ९०॥
English Translation
O beautiful one adorned with clusters of mandāra flowers! May my soul — whose
sense-faculties are its feet — immersing itself in this foot of yours which gives the poor ceaselessly
prosperity matching their hopes and profusely scatters the nectar of clusters of beauty, attain the
state of having six feet (become a bee).
