Shitala Ashtakam PDF

वन्देऽहं शीतलां देवीं रासभस्थां दिगम्बराम्। मार्जनीकलशोपेतां शूर्पालङ्कृतमस्तकाम्॥

Vande-Aham Shitalam Devim Rasabhastham Digambaram Marjani-Kalashopetam Shurpalankrita-Mastakam

I worship Goddess Shitala, seated upon a donkey, sky-clad, holding a broom and a water-pot, her head adorned with a winnowing fan.

वन्देऽहं शीतलां देवीं सर्वरोगभयापहाम्। यामासाद्य निवर्तेत विस्फोटकभयं महत्॥

Vande-Aham Shitalam Devim Sarva-Roga-Bhaya-Apaham Yam-Asadya Nivarteta Visphotaka-Bhayam Mahat

I worship Goddess Shitala, remover of the fear of all diseases, by reaching whom the great terror of pox-fevers is dispelled.

शीतले शीतले चेति यो ब्रूयाद्दाहपीडितः। विस्फोटकभयं घोरं क्षिप्रं तस्य प्रणश्यति॥

Shitale Shitale Cheti Yo Bruyad-Daha-Piditah Visphotaka-Bhayam Ghoram Kshipram Tasya Pranashyati

Whoever, tormented by burning fever, cries 'Shitale! Shitale!', for him the dreadful fear of pox is swiftly destroyed.

यस्त्वामुदकमध्ये तु ध्यात्वा सम्पूजयेन्नरः। विस्फोटकभयं घोरं गृहे तस्य न जायते॥

Yas-Tvam-Udaka-Madhye Tu Dhyatva Sampujayen-Narah Visphotaka-Bhayam Ghoram Grihe Tasya Na Jayate

The person who meditates upon you standing in water and worships you — in his home the dreadful fear of pox never arises.

शीतले ज्वरदग्धस्य पूतिगन्धयुतस्य च। प्रनष्टचक्षुषः पुंसस्त्वामाहुर्जीवनौषधम्॥

Shitale Jvara-Dagdhasya Puti-Gandha-Yutasya Cha Pranashta-Chakshushah Pumsas-Tvam-Ahur-Jivana-Aushadham

O Shitala, for the one burnt with fever, foul-smelling, his eyesight lost — you alone are called the medicine of life.

शीतले तनुजान्रोगान्नृणां हरसि दुस्त्यजान्। विस्फोटकविदीर्णानां त्वमेकाऽमृतवर्षिणी॥

Shitale Tanujan-Rogan-Nrinam Harasi Dustyajan Visphotaka-Vidirnanam Tvam-Eka-Amrita-Varshini

O Shitala, you carry away the hard-to-bear diseases of the body of men; for those torn apart by pox, you alone are the shower of nectar.

गलगण्डग्रहा रोगा ये चान्ये दारुणा नृणाम्। त्वदनुध्यानमात्रेण शीतले यान्ति सङ्क्षयम्॥

Gala-Ganda-Graha Roga Ye Chanye Daruna Nrinam Tvad-Anudhyana-Matrena Shitale Yanti Sankshayam

Goitre, seizures and other terrible diseases of men — by the mere meditation upon you, O Shitala, they go to destruction.

न मन्त्रो नौषधं तस्य पापरोगस्य विद्यते। त्वामेकां शीतले धात्री नान्यां पश्यामि देवताम्॥

Na Mantro Nausadham Tasya Papa-Rogasya Vidyate Tvam-Ekam Shitale Dhatri Nanyam Pashyami Devatam

For that grievous disease there is neither mantra nor medicine; O Shitala, you alone I see as the sustaining mother — I see no other deity.

मृणालतन्तुसदृशीं नाभिहृन्मध्यसंस्थिताम्। यस्त्वां सञ्चिन्तयेद्देवि तस्य मृत्युर्न जायते॥

Mrinala-Tantu-Sadrishim Nabhi-Hrin-Madhya-Samsthitam Yas-Tvam Sanchintayed-Devi Tasya Mrityur-Na Jayate

O Goddess, whoever contemplates you, subtle as a lotus-fibre, seated in the centre of the navel and heart — to him death does not come.

अष्टकं शीतलादेव्या यो नरः प्रपठेत्सदा। विस्फोटकभयं घोरं गृहे तस्य न जायते॥

Ashtakam Shitala-Devya Yo Narah Prapathet-Sada Visphotaka-Bhayam Ghoram Grihe Tasya Na Jayate

The person who always recites this Ashtakam of Goddess Shitala — in his home the dreadful fear of pox never arises.