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Oh mother, who is in the left side of Lord ShivaWho has a face like the full moon, Who has eyes similar to the blue lotus, Who has a body that is black like suprahhatam cloud, Who has a smile similar to lotus flower, Who has tightly packed breasts, Who has red lips like ripened bimba fruits, Who has eyes showering love, Who grants only love, Who has fully erect duprabhatam, And who is wearing the best of ornaments, I am saluting you in this good morning, And please make this morning good.
kamakshi Suprabhatam –
Lord Shiva is wearing the directions, as cloth, He is holding the skull of BrahmaHe is adorned with scattered flying hair And has tied a snake on his neck, But in spite of all that, Oh mother, in your holy company, He becomes the greatest Lord of the world, So please make this morning good. Mother your holy feet kept on the lotus flower. For protecting suprabhaatm world, you are always on your toes, BhavaniAnd you, mother do sleep more by imagination, And daily I am suprabhaatm you up in the morning, And please pardon me for this error that I commit.
The mother being examined by the lord who wears the moon, With her sense of modesty, hides her face from him, But the Sun God seeing your pretty face sends, A burnt offering as gift, and so please make this morning good.
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Get up, the divine wife of him who destroyed three cities, Take bath, Oh Goddess Girija, in the divine rivers of heaven, Enjoy the pleasure in the invaluable incenses Oh divine goddess, who drips mercy, Suprabhwtam get up from your sleep and make this morning good.
Thus ends the Kamakshi SuprabathamComposed by Lakshmikantha sharma. May the Kamakshi, who gives all that is good, show me the good path, May that Goddess who is in the Kamakoti Mata, supeabhatam me the good path, May the good teacher Jayendra show good path to his disciple, Let everything be good and let everything happen good.
Those great sages who have taken bath in the holy water of Ganges, Have filled the water of Ganges in very many pots, And are, with great kamaishi waiting near your gate. Salutations to the darling of the three eyed, Salutations to the beauty of three cities, Salutations to the leader of the three worlds, A very good morning to you, mother. Oh mother, see people holding flowers and fruits, See Others reading epics and See many others chanting Vedas near you, And make this morning good to your people.
Duprabhatam up and wake up, oh boon giver, Wake up, oh goddess of the world, Wake up, oh foundation of the world, And make all the three worlds pleasant. Hey mother drinking the milk from your breast, The baby from Dravida country became the wise Jnana Sambanda moorthy, Oh mother Bhavaniif you give me, the son of Dravida country, The remaining milk, It would be a great morning for me.
And which are having symbols of lotus, wheel and conch, Is seen by sages as a fulfilling king swan in their mind, And I am standing near your gate, oh giver of boons, And so make this morning great. It is a song to wake up, Kamakshi-the mother goddess of Kanchi. Please hear, Oh Goddess the blaring sound of conches, And the sweet music sung by the minstrels of the street, Please hear, oh mother, the crowing of cocks, And other sounds of morning, and make this morning good. Retrieved from ” http: Seeing the very pretty face of yours, Some stand near the door singing your good qualities, And saluting the pair of your feet, And so make their morning good.
Looking at your pretty form for a long time, Which would humble even the pride of the God of love, The God who killed the God of love, Kissed the pair of your pretty cheeks, And we are standing to see you, so make this morning good. Oh mother, your son, because of the power, Of the milk that he drank from you, Taught the special meaning of Pranava, In the ears of your husband in spite of being a baby, And so if you show your mercy, it would be a god morning to me.
Hey mother wearing girdle over your rounded hips, Hey mother who applies sandal paste of Kashmir on your neck, And whose cheek and generous nose were kissed by Lord ShivaWe are standing to see you and so, please make this morning good.
On hearing the tingling sound made by your anklets and bangles, Due to your movement which causes your ornaments to shake, Those who want to see you know that it is morning, And are waiting at your door, and so make this morning good. Oh blessed goddess, if this is read with devotion, By devotees,then it would make their mornings good, And to those who hear it with concentrated mind, Their mornings would become good mornings.
Kamakshi Suprabatham – Hindupedia, the Hindu Encyclopedia
Even when the pollen of the lotus is waiting on you, If you choose to go to suprabhataam toungue of this slow witted one, And even when you are perennially resplendent, if you choose to light my heart, It is due to the salutations that I give to my teacher Chandrashekara .
Some of them are standing on the peak of mount Meru, Some are standing on the great broad petal island, And some are able to see you suprahhatam the middle of ocean of nectar, But I am able to see auprabhatam here, and so make my morning suprxbhatam.
Oh mother full of love, you are like the wish giving tree, And I do not have any other to resort to and am, Waiting syprabhatam the Chataka bird for plentiful rain, And so shower your golden nectar like rain of mercy, So that I am speedily made competent. Unlike other such songs, it does not wish a good morning to the mother but requests her to wake up and make the morning good to all of us. Oh giver of kamaksji, With the pot on their head and so make this morning good.
The drum and Mrudanga players are playing with wager, The vocal musicians are singing your praise, oh consort of ShivaAnd the time is waiting anxiously to see you, And so wake up from this divine sleep and make this morning good. Victory to Jayendra who is kamaakshi foremost of teachers, Who is suprbahatam chief of the Mutt of Lord ShivaAnd because of my teacher with great qualities, Success and pleasant things will happen. Oh goddess, who was saluted by my teacher Chandra Shekara, Due to his devotion to your feet, That great seer is standing, with a fruit and flower laden plate, To have a glimpse, of you, darling of the Ekamranatha And so make my morning good.
Oh darling of EkamranathaWho is in Kama Peeta, For worshipping you the great teacher Shankara, Presented you with the lineage of Shankaracharyas, And we are standing to see you, Please make our morning good. Any mother in this world does not, Get in suprahbatam the grips suprabhatan sleep for, With the desire of taking care of her baby, And you being the mother of all three worlds, Are always without sleep, So please make this morning good. Oh mother Kamakshi, using your merciful look on me, Make this day a very good morning to me, May I get all good things, And let my bad times end.
If a morning is a good morning to you, That morning is a good morning to me, Because of this every morning, I wish you, A good morning, please make it a good morning. For speedily solving their problems, for kwmakshi the great fear of death, And for granting salvation for devotees who approach you, You are standing there showing the symbol of protection by your hand, Oh wife of him who burnt the three cities and my mother, Please make a very good morning to me.
Oh Kamakshi, divine mother, with your merciful look, A dumb man became a great poet called Mooka the poet, So Oh mother, who is the consort of Lord ShivaOh merciful one, supprabhatam salutations to the base of your feet. Please hear the sound of water ablations of the morn, The sound of Mrudanga, the big drum and the war drum, And the sound of Vedas recited by learned Brahmins, And Oh Goddess and make this morning good.