Sharada Bhujangam — Complete Lyrics

I ever worship Mother Sharada (Saraswati), my own Mother — she whose form is gracious and brimming like pots filled with the nectar of knowledge, who is the refuge of grace and the abode of great merit, whose face is ever radiant like the moon and whose lips glow like the bimba fruit.

I worship Mother Sharada — whose sidelong glance is tender with compassion, who shows the Jnana-mudra in her hand, who is ever awake (sleepless) through the arts, made blessed by all the kalas, the foremost Goddess shining like the Tungabhadra river.

I worship Mother Sharada — whose forehead bears a beautiful mark, who delights in melodious song, who is the sole protector of her devotees, whose cheeks shine with glory and grace, holding a rosary in her hand.

I worship Mother Sharada — whose braided hair is beautifully parted, whose eyes surpass the doe's, whose speech is sweet as a parrot's, before whom Indra bows, whose face is gentle as nectar and whose tresses are worthy of loving contemplation.

I worship Mother Sharada — supremely serene and beautiful of form, with curls at the corners of her eyes, her body slender as a graceful creeper, infinite and beyond thought, on whom ascetics meditate in their hearts.

I worship Mother Sharada — who rides upon the deer, the horse, the lion, the eagle, the swan, the rutting elephant and the mighty bull, who on the great ninth day (Mahanavami) ever takes the form of the Sama-Veda chants.

I worship Mother Sharada — whose radiance blazes like fire, whose form enchants the whole world, the bee delighting in the lotus of the devotee's mind, whose limbs glow with the splendour of song, dance and her own hymns of praise.

I worship Mother Sharada — worshipped by Brahma the lotus-eyed, whose face is marked by the radiance of a gentle smile, whose ears sway with beautiful, glittering earrings.