ਮਨ੍ਤ੍ਰਮਾਤ੍ਰਿਕਾਪੁਸ਼੍ਪਮਾਲਾਸ੍ਤਵਃ

ਅਰਥ:1. O Mother, I meditate upon Thy lion-throne, fashioned of the wish-gem Chintamani — set within a glorious palace in a hall raised on a thousand jewelled pillars, upon the Island of Gems (Manidvipa) that gleams amid the surging waves of the ocean of nectar, encircled by groves of Kalpaka and Kadamba trees.

ਅਰਥ:2. I meditate upon Thee, seated in the heart of the Sri Chakra that shines with the orbs of moon, fire and sun — radiant as the rising sun, bearing in Thy hands the noose, the goad, the bow and the arrow, with a serene face, clad in saffron robes, Thy crown adorned with the crescent moon, and a lovely smile.

ਅਰਥ:3. The seat upon the plane of Ishana that yields Shiva as its sole fruit, this auspicious jewelled throne, the water for Thy feet rich with saffron and sandal, the arghya with gems and unbroken rice, and the pure water for sipping — all this, O Ocean of compassionate nectar, I have prepared with devotion: may it be for Thy satisfaction.

ਅਰਥ:4. O wide-eyed One, the goal of the yogis, who guard the whole web of the worlds — this bath with waters mingled with snow-cool sandal, saffron and camphor, with cow's milk, coconut water and pure consecrated water, which I have offered Thee in contemplation: may it all be for Thy satisfaction.

ਅਰਥ:5. O Thou whose form is revealed by the mantra bearing the Hrīṃ-kāra — this upper garment and saffron-hued silk bright with gems gathered from the golden mountain, and this immaculate sacred thread of strung pearls wrought of golden filaments, which I have offered Thee in contemplation: may it all be for Thy satisfaction.

ਅਰਥ:6. Be pleased to accept the brilliant rows of necklaces — O Thou whose gait shames even the swans — and the golden armlets and bangles set with swinging diamonds, the anklets, the jewelled earrings, the crown with its crescent-moon crest-jewel, the nose-pearl, the rings and the bracelets, and the girdle (kanchi) too.

ਅਰਥ:7. May it please Thee — the camphor, saffron and fragrant sandal-paste anointing Thy whole body, the musk-mark upon Thy forehead and the gorochana design, the touch of divine collyrium to Thy eyes upon Thy mirror-like cheeks, and the spotless musk-paste upon Thy lotus-throat.

ਅਰਥ:8. O Bestower of boons, in contemplation I offer Thee garlands woven of many flowers — white and blue lotuses, jasmine and marjoram, golden lotuses, jati and champaka, malati and vakula, mandara, kunda, ketaki and oleander: may they be received for Thy satisfaction.

ਅਰਥ:9. O Mother, with those limbs glowing with formless beauty by which Thou delightest the Slayer of Madana (Shiva), and with those tresses dark as a swarm of bees by which Thou bindest His heart — those Thy most tender pleasure-bowers of fragrance — for their delight I offer the incense of ten-ingredient guggulu and ghee.

ਅਰਥ:10. O Daughter of the Mountain, in contemplation I make Lakshmi (radiance) shine within Thy temple ablaze with heaps of gems — with wondrous rows of divine lamps hung like garlands, set upon jewelled pillars, held in the hands of golden figurines, fed with cow's ghee: may it be for Thy satisfaction.

ਅਰਥ:11. O Sovereign of the Hrīṃ-kāra, I present to Thee, O Mother, the food-offering complete — divine rice heaped in a thousand vessels of refined gold, filled with ghee, lentils and vegetables, varieties of seasoned rice, milk-rice with honey, sugar and curds set in ruby bowls, and a thousand black-gram cakes.

ਅਰਥ:12. O Uma, before Thee is set, for Thy delight, a jewelled casket full of betel — with fragrant, lustrous betel-leaves like fine ketaki petals, with areca-nuts of many virtues, sweet and aromatic, bright with pieces of camphor and adorned with pearl-powder — the many delights that perfume the lotus-mouth.

ਅਰਥ:13. May the waving of lights (arati) be accepted — well performed with mantra-worship — offered by maidens of lovely radiance bearing the spotless lamp-tray, a row of camphor lamps gleaming amid pearl-studded patterns in the vessel, accompanied by cymbals, drum and song, with their dancing lotus-feet.

ਅਰਥ:14. Lakshmi lovingly holds aloft the white parasol fashioned of a hundred thousand pearls; Indrani and Rati wave the choice fly-whisks; Bharati (Saraswati) herself plays the veena; and the doe-eyed celestial maidens dance, expressing pure emotion with gesture and feeling in keeping with the melody — O Mother, deign to listen.

ਅਰਥ:15. O Mother, I worship Thee with the mantra enclosed in the triple Hrīṃ-kāra; O Thou whose form the Vedantic words reveal — who is fit to praise Thee, O Ambika? Let my conversations be Thy hymns of praise, my every movement a hundred circumambulations, my lying down a thousand prostrations: may all of it be for Thy delight.

ਅਰਥ:16. Whoever, well-restrained, worships the Mountain-Daughter with this garland of sacred mantra-letters in his heart at the twilights every day — his mind becomes pure: the Daughter of the Mountain lovingly dances in the lotus-pavilion of his heart, Saraswati dwells on the lotus of his mouth, and Lakshmi, the bliss of the worlds, abides in his home.

ਅਰਥ:17. Thus this flower-garland of the mantra-letters (Matrika Pushpamala), an ornament for the lotus-feet of the Daughter of the Mountain-King, distilling the honey of Shiva's feet — may the gracious Mother by it protect this whole world, and may it intoxicate with joy the bee-like poets.