Shyamala Navaratnamalika — Complete Lyrics
श्यामलानवरत्नमालिका
Sanskrit text with English transliteration and translation
Verse 1
ओङ्कारपञ्जरशुकीमुपनिषदुद्यानकेलिकलकण्ठीम् ।
आगमविपिनमयूरीमार्यामन्तर्विभावये गौरीम् ॥१॥
oṅkāra-pañjara-śukīm upaniṣad-udyāna-keli-kalakaṇṭhīm |
āgama-vipina-mayūrīm āryām antar vibhāvaye gaurīm || 1||
1. I meditate within my heart upon the noble fair Goddess Gauri — the parrot in the cage of Om, the sweet-voiced nightingale sporting in the garden of the Upanishads, the peahen roaming the forest of the Agamas.
Verse 2
दयमानदीर्घनयनां देशिकरूपेण दर्शिताभ्युदयाम् ।
वामकुचनिहितवीणां वरदां सङ्गीतमातृकां वन्दे ॥२॥
dayamāna-dīrgha-nayanāṃ deśika-rūpeṇa darśitābhyudayām |
vāma-kuca-nihita-vīṇāṃ varadāṃ saṅgīta-mātṛkāṃ vande || 2||
2. I bow to her, the Mother of all music, the bestower of boons — with long eyes streaming compassion, who reveals well-being to her devotees by taking the form of a guru, holding the veena against her left bosom.
Verse 3
श्यामलिमसौकुमार्यां सौन्दर्यानन्दसम्पदुन्मेषाम् ।
तरुणिमकरुणापूरां मदजलकल्लोललोचनां वन्दे ॥३॥
śyāmalima-saukumāryāṃ saundaryānanda-sampad-unmeṣām |
taruṇima-karuṇā-pūrāṃ mada-jala-kallola-locanāṃ vande || 3||
3. I adore her — dark-hued and delicate, the very blossoming of the wealth of the bliss of beauty, a flood of youthful compassion, her eyes rippling like waves of intoxicating joy.
Verse 4
नखमुखमुखरितवीणानादरसास्वादनवनवोल्लासम् ।
मुखमम्ब मोदयतु मां मुक्ताताटङ्कमुग्धहसितं ते ॥४॥
nakha-mukha-mukharita-vīṇā-nāda-rasāsvādana-navanavollāsam |
mukham amba modayatu māṃ muktā-tāṭaṅka-mugdha-hasitaṃ te || 4||
4. O Mother, may thy face delight me — ever freshly radiant with the savour of the music streaming from the veena played by thy fingertips, adorned with pearl earrings and a charming, innocent smile.
Verse 5
सरिगमपधनिरतां तां वीणासङ्क्रान्तकान्तहस्तान्ताम् ।
शान्तां मृदुलस्वान्तां कुचभरतान्तां नमामि शिवकान्ताम् ॥५॥
sa-ri-ga-ma-pa-dha-ni-ratāṃ tāṃ vīṇā-saṅkrānta-kānta-hastāntām |
śāntāṃ mṛdula-svāntāṃ kuca-bhara-tāntāṃ namāmi śiva-kāntām || 5||
5. I bow to the beloved of Shiva — ever absorbed in the seven musical notes, her lovely fingers moving over the veena, serene, tender of heart, languid with the weight of her bosom.
Verse 6
अवटुतटघटितचूलीताडितताळीपलाशताटङ्काम् ।
वीणावादनलेशाकम्पितशीर्षां नमामि मातङ्गीम् ॥६॥
avaṭu-taṭa-ghaṭita-cūlī-tāḍita-tāḷī-palāśa-tāṭaṅkām |
vīṇā-vādana-leśā-kampita-śīrṣāṃ namāmi mātaṅgīm || 6||
6. I bow to Matangi — her earrings of palmyra-leaf shape striking against the curls clustered at her cheeks, her head swaying ever so slightly with the playing of the veena.
Verse 7
वीणारवानुषङ्गं विकलकचामोदमाधुरीभृङ्गम् ।
करुणापूरतरङ्गं कलये मातङ्गकन्यकापाङ्गम् ॥७॥
vīṇā-ravānuṣaṅgaṃ vikala-kacāmoda-mādhurī-bhṛṅgam |
karuṇā-pūra-taraṅgaṃ kalaye mātaṅga-kanyakāpāṅgam || 7||
7. I contemplate the side-long glance of the daughter of Matanga — keeping company with the music of the veena, a bee drawn to the sweet fragrance of her loosened tresses, a wave in the flood of compassion.
Verse 8
मेचकमासेचनकं मिथ्यादृष्टान्तमध्यभागं ते ।
मातस्तव स्वरूपं मङ्गलसङ्गीतसौरभं वन्दे ॥८॥
mecakam āsecanakaṃ mithyā-dṛṣṭānta-madhya-bhāgaṃ te |
mātas tava svarūpaṃ maṅgala-saṅgīta-saurabhaṃ vande || 8||
8. O Mother, I adore thy form — dark and ever-delighting, never sating the eyes, its waist so slender that any comparison is but a false illusion, fragrant with auspicious music.
Verse 9
मणिभङ्गमेचकाङ्गीं मातङ्गीं नौमि सिद्धमातङ्गीम् ।
यौवनवनसारङ्गीं सङ्गीताम्भोरुहानुभवभृङ्गीम् ॥९॥
maṇi-bhaṅga-mecakāṅgīṃ mātaṅgīṃ naumi siddha-mātaṅgīm |
yauvana-vana-sāraṅgīṃ saṅgītāmbhoruhānubhava-bhṛṅgīm || 9||
9. I praise Matangi, the Siddha-Matangi — her limbs dark as a sapphire freshly cut, the doe of the forest of youth, the bee that drinks the bliss of the lotus of music.
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