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By Abhirama Bhattar
puNNiyam cheythanamE-manamE! - pudhup
pooNG kuvaLaik
kaNNiyum cheyya kaNavarum koodi, nam kaaraNaththaal
naNNi inkE vandhu tham adiyaarhaL nadu irukkap
paNNi, nam chenniyin mEl pathma paadham padhiththidavE.
Good deeds we did, Oh mind,
And so the flower-eyed one,
With her husband dear
Has come hither in this crowd,
Of them who are their devotees,
And her holy feet on my head place…41
idankoNdu vimmi, iNaikoNdu iRuki, iLaki,
muththu
vadankoNda konkai-malaikoNda iRaivar valiya nenchai
nadankoNda koLkai nalam koNda naayaki, nal aravin
vadam koNda alkul paNimozhi - vEdhap paripuraiyE!
Placed in their neck those,
Pearl necklaces fine,
Keep thine towering pretty breasts,
Which are like the mountains high,
Attract and shake the heart of our God,
Oh pretty mother,
You who have an underbelly like the hooded snake,
Sweetest words to attract and conquer you have,
And wear Vedas as Anklets fine…42
paripurach cheeRadip paachaankuchai, panchapaaNi, iNnchol
thiripura sundhari, chindhura mEniyaL theemai nenchil
purivara, vancharai anchak kuni poruppuchchilaik kai,
eri purai mEni, iRaivar chempaakaththu irunthavaLE
Anklets fine in thine tiny feet,
The rope and ankusa in thine pretty hands,
Those flowery arrows with thee,
And sweetest words fine,
Were all thine, Oh Mother Abhirami.
To kill the ogres of Tripura,
Who abused the Lord in their crooked mind,
When he who is the colour of red,
Took the bow which is like a mountain high,
You on his left side lived…43 thavaLE
ivaL; enkaL sankaranaar manai mankalamaam
avaLE, avardhamakku annaiyum aayinaL; aakaiyinaal,
ivaLE kadavuLar yaavarkkum mElai iRaiviyum aam;
thuvaLEn; ini oru theyvam uNdaaka meyth thoNdu ceythE
Lived she as a consort to Sankara our Lord,
And also was she his mother holy,
And so she is the greatest goddess known,
Waste I will not this my life,
And never would I try,
Any other goddess to serve…44 thoNdu
cheyyaathunNin paadham thozhaathu, thuNinthu ichchaiyE
paNdu cheythaar uLarO, ilarO? ap parisu adiyEn
kaNdu cheythaal adhu kaithavamO, anRich cheythavamO?
miNdu cheythaalum poRukkai nanRE, pin veRukkai anRE
Serving not thine holy feet,
And worshipping not thee,
There were many in olden times,
Oh mother Abhirami.
Know not I,
Whether what I do is sin,
Or holy worship thine,
But Goddess mine,
In thine holy wisdom,
It is not proper for thee,
Not to pardon but hate…45 veRukkum
thakaimaikaL cheyyinum, tham adiyaarai mikkOr
poRukkum thakaimai pudhiyathu anRE,-pudhu nanchai uNdu
kaRukkum thirumidaRRaan idappaakam kalantha ponnE!-
maRukkum thakaimaikaL cheyyinum, yaanunnai vaazhththuvanE.
Hateful devotees to pardon.
Is not new to you mother,
Even if they do unpardonable sins.
You who reside on the left,
Of the Lord with the black neck,
Even if you excuse me not,
I would your holy feet praise in this life…46
vaazhumpadi onRu kaNdu koNdEn; manaththE
oruvar
veezhumpadi anRu; viLLumpadi anRu; vElai nilam
Ezhum paru varai ettum, ettaamal iravu pakal
choozhum chudarkku naduvE kidanthu chudarhinRathE. Life
to improve,
The method of the God, I found,
Which my tiny mind never could learn,
Which my chattering mouth never could describe.
Beyond the seven seas wide,
And those seven mountains high,
In between the sun and moon,
This glittering method shines…47
chudarum kalaimathi thunRum chadaimudik kunRil onRip
padarum parimaLap pachchaik kodiyaip padhiththu nenchil
idarum thavirththu imaippOthu iruppaar, pinnum eythuvarO-
kudarum kozhuvum kuruthiyum thOyum kurampaiyilE.
Shining moon he has on his hill-like tuft,
And on his strong shoulders lay thou,
Like a perfumed creeper tender,
Oh mother, Abhirami.
Even if for one second they think of thee,
Never will they get any time ever again,
Another skin, blood and flesh filled body,
Which is like a hut…48 kurambai aduththu
kudipukka aavi, veNG kooRRukku itta
varambai aduththu maRukkum appOthu, vaLaikkai amaiththu,
arambai aduththu arivaiyar choozha vandhu, 'anchal' enpaay--
narambai aduththu ichai vadivaay nNinRa naayakiyE! Hut
like body, occupied by my soul,
Will one day be ordered by the God of Death,
And will totter, worry and tremble,
Oh my mother, Abhirami.
Then come before me with thine jingling bangled hand,
And say, “do not fear”.
She who is the musical note,
Fitted to the strings of the lyre, Oh my leader…49
naayaki, naanmuki, naaraayaNi, kai naLina
pancha
chaayaki, chaambavi, chankari, chaamaLai, chaathi nachchu
vaay aki maalini, vaaraaki, choolini, maadhanki enRu
aaya kiyaathiyudaiyaaL charaNam-araN namakkE Leader
great of ours,
You who is with four faces,
You who is the power of Narayana,
You who have five flower bows in her lotus hands,
You who gives pleasure as the soul of the world,
You who is black and called Syamala,
You who wears the serpent garlands,
You who is the daughter of Matanga,
Your holy feet is our only solace without end…50
(Translated by
P R Ramachander)
(Transliteration into English by Vasanthi Ramesh)
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