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Soundarya Lahari (The waves of beauty)
Guruthvam vistharam ksithidharapathi
paravathy nijaath
Nithambha Dhhachhidhya twayi harana roopena nidhadhe
Athasthe vistheerno guruyamasesham vasumathim
Nithambha praabhara sthagayathi lagutwam nayathi cha
Oh, daughter of the mountain,
Perhaps Himavan, the king of mountains,
Gave readily as dowry to you,
The density and breadth from his bottom,
So that your behinds are broad and dense.
And therefore they both hide all the world,
And make the world light… 81
Karrendranam sundan kanaka kadhali
kaadapatali
Umabhamurubhyam – mubhayamapi nirjithya bhavathi
Savrithabhyam pathyu pranathikatinabham giri suthe
Vidhigne janubhysm vibhudha karikumbha dwayamasi
Oh daughter of the mountain,
Who knows the rules of the Vedas,
Using your two thighs,
You have achieved victory over
The trunks of the elephant,
And the golden pseudo stem of group of banana plants,
And achieved victory over frontal globes,
Of Iravatha, the divine elephant,
By your holy round knees,
Which have become hard,
By repeated prostrations to your lord…82
Paraa jenu rudhram dwigunasara garbhoy
girisuthe
Nishanghou Unghe thee vishamavishikho bhada –maakrutha
Yadagre drishyanthe dasa satra phalaa paadayugali
Nakhagrachadhyan sura makuta sanayika nishitha
Oh daughter of the mountain,
The five-arrowed cupid,
To win, Rudhra your lord,
Has made your legs,
Into an arrow case,
With ten arrows.
In the end of the case,
Are your two feet,
Studded with ten of your so called nails,
Which are the ten steel tipped arrows,
Sharpened on the crowns of Devas…83
Sruthinam murdhano dadhati thava yau
sekharathaya
Mama'py etau Matah sirasi dayaya dhehi charanau;
Yayoh paadhyam paathah Pasupathi-jata-juta-thatini
Yayor larksha-lakshmir aruna-Hari-chudamani-ruchih
Oh mother mine,
Be pleased to place your two feet,
Which are the ornaments of the head of Upanishads,
The water which washes them are the river Ganga,
Flowing from Shiva’s head,
And the lac paint adorning which,
Have the red lustre of the crown of Vishnu,
On my head with mercy…84
Namo vakam broomo nayana ramaneeyaya
padayo
Thavasmai dwandhaya sphuta ruchi rasalaktha kavathe
Asooyathyantham yadhamihananaaya spruhyathe
Passonamisana pramadhavana kamkhelitharave
We tell our salutations,
To thine two sparkling feet.
Which are most beautiful to the eyes,
And painted by the juice of red cotton.
We also know well,
That God of all animals, your consort,
Is very jealous of the asoka trees in the garden,
Which yearn for kick by your feet… 85
Mrisha krithva gothra skhalana matha
vailakshya namitham
Lalate bhartharam charana kamala thadayathi thee
Chiradantha salyam dhahanakritha – munmilee thavatha
Thula koti kkana kilikilith – meesana ripuna
In a playful mood, after teasing you,
About you and your family,
And at a loss to control your love tiff,
When your consort does prostrations,
Your lotus like feet touches his forehead,
And the God of Love, the enemy of your Lord, who was burnt,
By the fire from his third eye,
And was keeping the enmity with your Lord,
Like the ever hurting arrow,
Makes sounds like Kili Kili,
From your belled anklets on the legs…86
Himani-hanthavyam
hima-giri-nivas'aika-chaturau
Nisayam nidranam nisi charama-bhaghe cha visadau;
Varam laksmi-pathram sriyam ati srijanthau samayinam
Sarojam thvad-padau janani jayatas chitram iha kim.
Oh mother mine,
The lotus flower rots in snow,
But your feet are aces in being in snow,
The lotus flower sleeps at night,
But your feet are wakeful night after night,
The lotus makes the Goddess of Wealth Lakshmi live in it,
But your feet give Lakshmi to its devotees,
And so your two feet always win over the lotus,
What is so surprising in this?...87
Padham the kirhtinam prapadham apadham
Devi vipadham
Katham nitham sadbhih kutina-kamati-karpara-thulam;
Katham vaa bahubhyam upayamana-kaale purabhida
Yad adhaya nyastham drshadi daya-manena manasa.
Oh, Goddess Devi,
How did the poets compare,
The foreside of your merciful feet,
Which are the source of fame to your devotees,
And which are not the source of danger to them,
To the hard shell of tortoise,
I do not understand.
How did he who destroyed the three cities,
Take them in his hand,
And place them on hard rock,
During your marriage?...88
Nakhair naka-sthrinam kara-kamala-samkocha
sasibhi
Tarunam dhivyanam hasata iva te chandi charanau;
Phalani svah-sthebhyah kisalaya-karagrena dhadhatam
Daridhrebhyo bhadraam sriyam anisam ahnaya dhadhatau.
Your moon like nails,
Oh mother who killed Chanda,
Which makes the celestial maidens,
Fold their hands in shame,
Forever tease your two feet,
Which unlike the holy trees in heaven,
(Which by their leaf bud-like hands,
Give all they wish to the Gods,)
Give the poor people wealth and happiness,
Always and fast… 89
Dhadhane dinebhyah sriyam anisam
asaanusadhrusim
Amandham saundharya-prakara-makarandham vikirathi;
Tav'asmin mandhara-sthabhaka-subhage yatu charane
Nimajjan majjivah karana-charanah sat-charanathaam.
My soul with six organs,
Is similar to the six-legged honey bees,
Which dip at your holy feet,
Which are as pretty,
As the flower bunch,
Of the celestial tree,
Which always grant wealth to the poor,
Whenever they wish,
And which without break showers floral honey… 90
(To be continued)
(Translated by
P R Ramachander)
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Soundarya
Lahari – 9
