ତ୍ରିପୁରସୁନ୍ଦର୍ଯଷ୍ଟକମ୍

ଅର୍ଥ:1. I take refuge in Tripurasundari, the beauty of the three worlds — who wanders in the Kadamba forest, who is a rain-cloud of grace to the assembly of sages, whose form surpasses the mountains, attended by celestial maidens, with eyes like fresh lotuses, dark as a new rain-cloud, the beloved consort of the three-eyed Shiva.

ଅର୍ଥ:2. I take refuge in Tripurasundari — who dwells in the Kadamba forest, holding a golden veena, wearing a necklace of priceless gems, her face glowing as if with sweet wine, the bestower of the wealth of compassion, with wide clear eyes, the moving (ever-active) one, beloved of three-eyed Shiva.

ଅର୍ଥ:3. By her who has the Kadamba forest as her abode, with a garland swaying on her bosom, with breasts like twin mountains, radiant with the swelling tide of a Guru's grace, with cheeks flushed as if with wine, ever murmuring sweet song, dark as a dense cloud — by that playful Goddess are we shielded as by armour.

ଅର୍ଥ:4. I take refuge in Tripurasundari — who abides in the midst of the Kadamba forest, seated within a golden disc, dwelling in the six lotuses (chakras), ever flashing like steady lightning, putting to shame the redness of the hibiscus, wearing the blossoming crescent moon as her crest-jewel, the consort of three-eyed Shiva.

ଅର୍ଥ:5. I take refuge in her of sweet speech — who holds a veena to her bosom, adorned with curling tresses, dwelling in the lotus, hostile to the crooked of heart, with eyes red as if with wine, enchanting even Shiva (the foe of Kama), the daughter of the sage Matanga.

ଅର୍ଥ:6. I take refuge in Tripurasundari, consort of three-eyed Shiva — meditated upon as one in first bloom, clad in garments blue as a drop of blood, holding a goblet of honey-wine, the corners of her eyes rolling with intoxication, lofty with the weight of full breasts, her hair-knot loosened, dark of hue.

ଅର୍ଥ:7. In the rite of japa I meditate on Mother Ambika — anointed with saffron, her brow kissed by musk, with a faintly smiling glance, bearing arrow, bow, noose and goad, the enchantress of all beings, adorned with crimson garlands, ornaments and raiment, radiant as the hibiscus blossom.

ଅର୍ଥ:8. I worship Bhuvanambika, the Mother of the worlds — she who is the noble lady of Indra's city, the skilled hair-dresser, the devoted consort of Shiva (lord of the Grandsire Brahma), delighting in fragrant sandal-paste, adorned with gleaming jewels like Mukunda's beloved (Lakshmi), attended by the youthful women of the gods.