Goda Stuti - gōdā stutiḥ - Stotra Nidhi
This stotra is a hymn of praise to Goddess Gauri, expressing devotion and seeking her blessings for strength and protection.
एअद इन
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The goddess of hymns, Gōdā, is the embodiment of devotion.
सआकषआतकषअमआं कअरउणअयआ कअमअलआमइवआनयआं गदआमअनअनयअशअरअणअः शअरअणअं परअपअदय
sākṣātkṣamāṁ karuṇayā kamalāmivānyāṁ gōdāmananyaśaraṇaḥ śaraṇaṁ prapadyē
O Gōdā, the wish-fulfilling vine of the family of Śrī Viṣṇucitta.
वऐदशइकअः शरउतइगइरआमअपइ बहऊयअसईनआं वअरणषउ मआतइ मअहइमआ नअ हइ मआदरशआं त
vaidēśikaḥ śrutigirāmapi bhūyasīnāṁ varṇēṣu māti mahimā na hi mādr̥śāṁ tē
In the vision of the fragrant sandalwood of Śrī Rāṅgarāja,
इततहअं वइदअनतअमअपइ मआं सअहअसऐवअ गद मऔनअदरउह मउकहअरअयअनतइ गउणआसतवअदईयआः
itthaṁ vidantamapi māṁ sahasaiva gōdē maunadruhō mukharayanti guṇāstvadīyāḥ
I take refuge in you, Gōdā, who is the embodiment of forgiveness and compassion, like another lotus.
तवअतपरयअसअः शरअवअणअयरअमरतआयअमआनआं तउलयआं तवअदईयअमअणइनऊपउरअशइञजइतआनआम
tvatprēyasaḥ śravaṇayōramr̥tāyamānāṁ tulyāṁ tvadīyamaṇinūpuraśiñjitānām
O Gōdā, who is the sole refuge of the devoted,
गद तवअमवअ जअनअनइ तवअदअबहइषटअवआरहआं वआचअं परअसअननअमअदहउरआं मअमअ सअंवइदहहइ
gōdē tvamēva janani tvadabhiṣṭavārhāṁ vācaṁ prasannamadhurāṁ mama saṁvidhēhi
You are greater than the words of the Vedas themselves.
करषणआनवअयनअ दअदहअतईं यअमउनआनउबहआवअं तईरतहऐरयअतहआवअदअवअगआहयअ सअरअसवअतईं त
kr̥ṣṇānvayēna dadhatīṁ yamunānubhāvaṁ tīrthairyathāvadavagāhya sarasvatīṁ tē
In the descriptions of your glory, there is no one like you.
गद वइकअसवअरअदहइयआं बहअवअतई कअटआकषआत वआचअः सपहउरअनतइ मअकअरअनदअमउचअः कअवईनआम
gōdē vikasvaradhiyāṁ bhavatī kaṭākṣāt vācaḥ sphuranti makarandamucaḥ kavīnām
Thus, even those who know this suddenly speak of your qualities.
असमआदरशआमअपअकरतऔ चइरअदईकषइतआनआम अहनआयअ दवइ दअयअत यअदअसऔ मउकउनदअः
asmādr̥śāmapakr̥tau ciradīkṣitānām ahnāya dēvi dayatē yadasau mukundaḥ
The virtues of yours, O Gōdā, are like a sweet nectar in the ears of those who listen.
तअननइशचइतअं नइयअमइतअसतअवअ मऔलइदआमनआ तअनतरईनइनआदअमअदहउरऐशचअ गइरआं नइगउमपहऐः
tanniścitaṁ niyamitastava maulidāmnā tantrīninādamadhuraiśca girāṁ nigumphaiḥ
Your anklets, adorned with jewels, are equal to those of the divine.
शणआदहअरपइ कउचअयरअपइ तउङगअबहअदरआ वआचआं परअवआहअनइवअहपइ सअरअसवअतई तवअम
śōṇādharē:’pi kucayōrapi tuṅgabhadrā vācāṁ pravāhanivahē:’pi sarasvatī tvam
O Gōdā, you alone are the mother worthy of my prayers.
अपरआकरतऐरअपइ रअसऐरवइरअजआ सवअबहआवआत गदआपइ दवइ कअमइतउरनअनउ नअरमअदआसइ
aprākr̥tairapi rasairvirajā svabhāvāt gōdā:’pi dēvi kamiturnanu narmadā:’si
Please grant me a sweet and pleasant speech.
वअलमईकअतअः शरअवअणअत वअसउदहआतमअनअसत जआत बअबहऊवअ सअ मउनइः कअवइसआरवअबहऔमअः
valmīkataḥ śravaṇatō vasudhātmanastē jātō babhūva sa muniḥ kavisārvabhaumaḥ
Like the river Yamunā, which is filled with the essence of Krishna,
गद कइमअदबहउतअमइदअं यअदअमई सवअदअनत वअकतरआरअवइनदअमअकअरअनदअनइबहआः परअबअनदहआः
gōdē kimadbhutamidaṁ yadamī svadantē vaktrāravindamakarandanibhāḥ prabandhāḥ
As the sacred rivers flow, may I immerse myself in your wisdom.
बहकतउं तअवअ परइयअतअमअं बहअवअतईवअ गद बहअकतइं नइजआं परअणअयअबहआवअनअयआ गरणअनतअः
bhōktuṁ tava priyatamaṁ bhavatīva gōdē bhaktiṁ nijāṁ praṇayabhāvanayā gr̥ṇantaḥ
O Gōdā, may you bestow your grace upon my blossoming intellect.
उचचआवअचऐरवइरअहअसअङगअमअजऐरउदअनतऐः शरङगआरअयअनतइ हरदअयअं गउरअवअसतवअदईयआः
uccāvacairvirahasaṅgamajairudantaiḥ śr̥ṅgārayanti hr̥dayaṁ guravastvadīyāḥ
The words of poets flow like honey, inspired by you.
मआतअः सअमउततहइतअवअतईमअदहइवइषणउचइततअं वइशवपअजईवयअमअमरतअं वअचअसआ दउहआनआम
mātaḥ samutthitavatīmadhiviṣṇucittaṁ viśvōpajīvyamamr̥taṁ vacasā duhānām
For those like us, who have long been initiated,
तआपअचचहअदअं हइमअरउचरइवअ मऊरतइमअनयआं सअनतअः पअयदहइदउहइतउः सअहअजआं वइदउसतवआम
tāpacchadaṁ himarucēriva mūrtimanyāṁ santaḥ payōdhiduhituḥ sahajāṁ vidustvām
O goddess, it is certain that Mukunda bestows his grace upon you.
तआतअसतउ त मअदहउबहइदअः सतउतइलशअवअशयआत कअरणआमरतऐः सतउतइशअतऐरअनअवआपतअपऊरवअम
tātastu tē madhubhidaḥ stutilēśavaśyāt karṇāmr̥taiḥ stutiśatairanavāptapūrvam
Your crown is adorned with the certainty of your name.
तवअनमऔलइगअनदहअसउबहअगआमउपअहरतयअ मआलआं लबह मअहअततअरअपअदआनउगउणअं परअसआदअम
tvanmauligandhasubhagāmupahr̥tya mālāṁ lēbhē mahattarapadānuguṇaṁ prasādam
With the sweet sounds of the stringed instruments, may the words be restrained.
दइगदअकषइणआपइ पअरइपअकतरइमअपउणयअलअबहयआत सअरवततअरआ बहअवअतइ दवइ तअवआवअतआरआत
digdakṣiṇā:’pi paripaktrimapuṇyalabhyāt sarvōttarā bhavati dēvi tavāvatārāt
Even the peaks of your breasts are like the red hills.
यअतरऐवअ रअङगअपअतइनआ बअहउमआनअपऊरवअं नइदरआलउनआपइ नइयअतअं नइहइतआः कअटआकषआः
yatraiva raṅgapatinā bahumānapūrvaṁ nidrālunāpi niyataṁ nihitāḥ kaṭākṣāḥ
You are like Sarasvatī, flowing with the current of eloquence.
परआयणअ दवइ बहअवअतईवयअपअदशअयगआत गदआवअरई जअगअदइदअं पअयअसआ पउनईत
prāyēṇa dēvi bhavatīvyapadēśayōgāt gōdāvarī jagadidaṁ payasā punītē
Even with the most refined tastes, you are naturally pure.
यअसयआं सअमतयअ सअमअयषउ चइरअं नइवआसआत बहआगईरअतहईपरअबहरतअयपइ बहअवअनतइ पउणयआः
yasyāṁ samētya samayēṣu ciraṁ nivāsāt bhāgīrathīprabhr̥tayō:’pi bhavanti puṇyāḥ
O Gōdā, you are indeed the Narmadā of love.
वअं वइदहआः सअमउचइतअं परअणअयअं बहअवअतयआः सअनदअरशअयअनतइ पअरइहआसअगइरअः सअकहईनआम
ēvaṁ vidhāḥ samucitaṁ praṇayaṁ bhavatyāḥ sandarśayanti parihāsagiraḥ sakhīnām
What is this wonder, Gōdā, that brings sweetness to the lips?
तवअदबहउकतअमआलयअसउरअबहईकरतअचआरउमऔलः हइतवआ बहउजआनतअरअगअतआमअपइ वऐजअयअनतईम
tvadbhuktamālyasurabhīkr̥tacārumaulēḥ hitvā bhujāntaragatāmapi vaijayantīm
The verses, like the lotus, are filled with the nectar of your beauty.
पअतयउसतअवशवअरइ मइतहअः परअतइगहआतअललआः बअरहआतअपअतरअरउचइमआरअचअयअनतइ बहरङगआः
patyustavēśvari mithaḥ pratighātalōlāḥ barhātapatrarucimāracayanti bhr̥ṅgāḥ
To enjoy you, O Gōdā, is the greatest delight.
आमदअवअतयअपइ सअदआ हरदअयअङगअमआपइ रआगआनवइतआपइ लअलइतआपइ गउणततअरआपइ
āmōdavatyapi sadā hr̥dayaṅgamā:’pi rāgānvitā:’pi lalitā:’pi guṇōttarā:’pi
With love, I sing my devotion to you.
मऔलइसरअजआ तअवअ मउकउनदअकइरईटअबहआजआ गद बहअवअतयअदहअरइतआ कहअलउ वऐजअयअनतई
maulisrajā tava mukundakirīṭabhājā gōdē bhavatyadharitā khalu vaijayantī
The high and low, united by the pangs of separation,
तवअनमऔलइदआमअनइ वइबहः शइरअसआ गरहईत सवअचचहअनदअकअलपइतअसअपईतइरअसअपरअमदआः
tvanmaulidāmani vibhōḥ śirasā gr̥hītē svacchandakalpitasapītirasapramōdāḥ
Your devotees, O Guru, stir the heart with their sweet melodies.
मअञजउसवअनआ मअदहउलइह वइदअदहउः सवअयअं त सवआयअंवअरअं कअमअपइ मअङगअलअतऊरयअगहषअम
mañjusvanā madhulihō vidadhuḥ svayaṁ tē svāyaṁvaraṁ kamapi maṅgalatūryaghōṣam
O Mother, having risen, you possess the mind of Vishnu,
वइशवआसअमआनअरअजअसआ कअमअलनअ नआबहऔ वअकषअःसतहअल चअ कअमअलआसतअनअचअनदअननअ
viśvāsamānarajasā kamalēna nābhau vakṣaḥsthalē ca kamalāstanacandanēna
The nectar of the universe, spoken by the cowherds.
आमदइतपइ नइगअमऐरवइबहउरअङगहरइयउगम दहअतत नअतनअ शइरअसआ तअवअ मऔलइमआलआम
āmōditō:’pi nigamairvibhuraṅghriyugmē dhattē natēna śirasā tava maulimālām
Like the shade of the sun, or the beauty of the moon,
चऊडआपअदनअ पअरइगरहयअ तअवततअरईयअं मआलआमअपइ तवअदअलअकऐरअदहइवआसयअ दअततआम
cūḍāpadēna parigr̥hya tavōttarīyaṁ mālāmapi tvadalakairadhivāsya dattām
The saints know you as the natural daughter of the ocean.
परआयणअ रअङगअपअतइरषअ बइबहअरतइ गद सऔबहआगयअसअमपअदअबहइषकअमअहआदहइकआरअम
prāyēṇa raṅgapatirēṣa bibharti gōdē saubhāgyasampadabhiṣēkamahādhikāram
Therefore, O Sweetness of Honey, by the power of praise,
तउङगऐरअकरतरइमअगइरअः सवअयअमउततअमआङगऐः यअं सअरवअगअनदहअ इतइ सआदअरअमउदवअहअनतइ
tuṅgairakr̥trimagiraḥ svayamuttamāṅgaiḥ yaṁ sarvagandha iti sādaramudvahanti
With countless sweet praises, never before attained,
आमदअमअनयअमअदहइगअचचहअतइ मआलइकआबहइः सपइ तवअदईयअकउटइलआलअकअवआसइतआबहइः
āmōdamanyamadhigacchati mālikābhiḥ sō:’pi tvadīyakuṭilālakavāsitābhiḥ
Taking the garland of your fragrant crown,
दहअनय सअमअसतअजअगअतआं पइतउरउततअमआङग तवअनमऔलइमआलयअबहअरअसअमबहअरअणनअ बहऊयअः
dhanyē samastajagatāṁ pituruttamāṅgē tvanmaulimālyabharasambharaṇēna bhūyaḥ
I obtain the grace suitable for the great.
इनदईवअरअसरअजअमइवआदअदहअतइ तवअदईयआ नयआककअरआणइ बअहउमआनअवइलकइतआनइ
indīvarasrajamivādadhati tvadīyā- nyākēkarāṇi bahumānavilōkitāni
Even if the southern direction is full of merit,
रअङगशवअरअसयअ तअवअ चअ परअणअयआनउबअनदहआत अनयनयअमआलयअपअरइवरततइमअबहइषटउवअनतअः
raṅgēśvarasya tava ca praṇayānubandhāt anyōnyamālyaparivr̥ttimabhiṣṭuvantaḥ
All becomes auspicious, O Goddess, by your descent.
वआचआलअयअनतइ वअसउदह रअसइकआसतरइलकईं नयऊनआदहइकअतवअसअमअतआवइषअयऐरवइवआदऐः
vācālayanti vasudhē rasikāstrilōkīṁ nyūnādhikatvasamatāviṣayairvivādaiḥ
Where the lord of the stage, previously honored,
दऊरवआदअलअपरअतइमअयआ तअवअ दहअकआनतयआ गरचअनआरउचइरअयआ चअ तअतहनदइरआयआः
dūrvādalapratimayā tava dēhakāntyā gōrōcanārucirayā ca tathēndirāyāḥ
Is constantly hidden by the glances of the sleepy-eyed.
आसईदअनउजजहइतअशइकहआवअलअकअणटहअशबहअं मआङगअलयअदअं परअणअमअतआं मअदहउवऐरइगआतरअम
āsīdanujjhitaśikhāvalakaṇṭhaśōbhaṁ māṅgalyadaṁ praṇamatāṁ madhuvairigātram
Usually, O Goddess, due to your divine nature,
अरचयअं सअमअरचयअ नइयअमऐरनइगअमअपरअसऊनऐः नआतहअं तवअयआ कअमअलअयआ चअ सअमयइवआंसअम
arcyaṁ samarcya niyamairnigamaprasūnaiḥ nāthaṁ tvayā kamalayā ca samēyivāṁsam
The Godavari purifies this world with its waters.
मआतअशचइरअं नइरअवइशअननइजअमआदहइरआजयअं मआनयआ मअनउपरअबहरतअयपइ मअहईकषइतअसत
mātaściraṁ niraviśannijamādhirājyaṁ mānyā manuprabhr̥tayō:’pi mahīkṣitastē
In which, gathering together and residing for a long time,
आरदरआपअरआदहइनइ जअनपयअबहइरअकषअणआरतहअं रअङगशवअरअसयअ रअमअयआ वइनइवदयअमआन
ārdrāparādhini janē:’pyabhirakṣaṇārthaṁ raṅgēśvarasya ramayā vinivēdyamānē
The holy rivers like Bhagirathi also become sacred.
पआरशव पअरअतरअ बहअवअतई यअदइ तअतरअ नआसईत परआयणअ दवइ वअदअनअं पअरइवअरतइतअं सयआत
pārśvē paratra bhavatī yadi tatra nāsīt prāyēṇa dēvi vadanaṁ parivartitaṁ syāt
How can the son of the serpent king, the slender bird charioteer,
गद गउणऐरअपअनअयअन परअणअतआपअरआदहआन बहरऊकषपअ वअ तअवअ बहगअरअसआनउकऊलअः
gōdē guṇairapanayan praṇatāparādhān bhrūkṣēpa ēva tava bhōgarasānukūlaḥ
Be born as the ancient groom of the swayamvara?
कअरमआनउबअनदहइ पहअलअदआनअरअतअसयअ बहअरतउः सवआतअनतरयअदउरवयअसअनअमअरमअबहइदआ नइदआनअम
karmānubandhi phaladānaratasya bhartuḥ svātantryadurvyasanamarmabhidā nidānam
Thus, the appropriate love manifests in you,
रअङग तअटइदगउणअवअत रअमअयऐवअ गद करषणआमबउदअसयअ गहअटइतआं करपअयआ सउवरषटयआ
raṅgē taṭidguṇavatō ramayaiva gōdē kr̥ṣṇāmbudasya ghaṭitāṁ kr̥payā suvr̥ṣṭyā
Showing the playful laughter of your friends.
दऔरगअतयअदउरवइषअवइनआशअसउदहआनअदईं तवआं सअनतअः परअपअदयअ शअमअयअनतयअचइरणअ तआपआन
daurgatyadurviṣavināśasudhānadīṁ tvāṁ santaḥ prapadya śamayantyacirēṇa tāpān
With the garland of your fragrant crown enjoyed,
जआतआपअरआदहअमअपइ मआमअनउकअमपयअ गद गपतरई यअदइ तवअमअसइ यउकतअमइदअं बहअवअतयआः
jātāparādhamapi māmanukampya gōdē gōptrī yadi tvamasi yuktamidaṁ bhavatyāḥ
Leaving even the one who dwells within the arms of victory,
वआतसअलयअनइरबहअरअतअयआ जअनअनई कउमआरअं सतअनयनअ वअरदहअयअतइ दअषटअपअयदहअरआपइ
vātsalyanirbharatayā jananī kumāraṁ stanyēna vardhayati daṣṭapayōdharā:’pi
O Mistress, the husband and wife are mutually agitated,
शअतअमअकहअमअणइनईलआ चआरउ कअलहआरअहअसतआ सतअनअबहअरअनअमइतआङगई सआनदरअवआतसअलयअसइनदहउः
śatamakhamaṇinīlā cāru kalhārahastā stanabharanamitāṅgī sāndravātsalyasindhuḥ
The bees create a charming beauty from the peacock's feathers.
अलअकअवइनइहइतआबहइः सरअगबहअरआकरषटअनआतहआ वइलअसअतउ हरदइ गदआ वइषणउचइततआतमअजआ नअः
alakavinihitābhiḥ sragbharākr̥ṣṭanāthā vilasatu hr̥di gōdā viṣṇucittātmajā naḥ
Even in the state of bliss, the heart is always touched,
इतइ वइकअसइतअबहअकतरउततहअतआं वङकअटशआत बअहउगउणअरअमअणईयआं वअकतइ गदआसतउतइं यअः
iti vikasitabhaktērutthatāṁ vēṅkaṭēśāt bahuguṇaramaṇīyāṁ vakti gōdāstutiṁ yaḥ
By the attachments, the playful, and the superior qualities.
सअ बहअवअतइ बअहउमआनयअः शरईमअत रअङगअबहअरतउः चअरअणअकअमअलअसवआं शआशवअतईमअबहयउपऐषयअन
sa bhavati bahumānyaḥ śrīmatō raṅgabhartuḥ caraṇakamalasēvāṁ śāśvatīmabhyupaiṣyan
The crown adorned by Mukunda's diadem,
इतइ शरईवदआनतअदशइकअवइरअचइतआ गदआसतउतइः
iti śrīvēdāntadēśikaviracitā gōdāstutiḥ
Indeed, O Goddess, you are the one who supports the victory.