Sri Tara Stotram
The stotra praises Goddess Tara, invoking her blessings for peace and spiritual growth.
ध्यानम्
dhyānam
Oṁ, with the feet that are worshipped by those who have renounced, with a terrifying roar,
ओं प्रत्यालीढपदार्चिताङ्घ्रिशवहृद् घोराट्टहासा परा खड्गेन्दीवरकर्त्रिकर्परभुजा हुङ्कार बीजोद्भवा
ōṁ pratyālīḍhapadārcitāṅghriśavahr̥d ghōrāṭṭahāsā parā khaḍgēndīvarakartrikarparabhujā huṅkāra bījōdbhavā
the one who wields the sword, the one who creates the seed of the sound,
सर्वा नीलविशालपिङ्गलजटाजूटैक नागैर्युता जाड्यन्यस्य कपालके त्रिजगतां हन्त्युग्रतारा स्वयम्
sarvā nīlaviśālapiṅgalajaṭājūṭaika nāgairyutā jāḍyanyasya kapālakē trijagatāṁ hantyugratārā svayam
all are united with the vast blue and tawny hair of the great serpent,
शून्यस्थामतितेजसां च दधतीं शूलाब्ज खड्गं गदां मुक्ताहारसुबद्ध रत्न रसनां कर्पूर कुन्दोज्वलाम्
śūnyasthāmatitējasāṁ ca dadhatīṁ śūlābja khaḍgaṁ gadāṁ muktāhārasubaddha ratna rasanāṁ karpūra kundōjvalām
the one who destroys the three worlds, the fierce Tara herself.
वन्दे विष्णुसुरेन्द्ररुद्रनमितां त्रैलोक्य रक्षापराम् नीलां तामहिभूषणाधिवलयामत्युग्रतारां भजे
vandē viṣṇusurēndrarudranamitāṁ trailōkya rakṣāparām nīlāṁ tāmahibhūṣaṇādhivalayāmatyugratārāṁ bhajē
Holding the sword and the mace, with a lotus-like face that shines like a moon,
स्तोत्रं
stōtraṁ
I bow to the goddess who grants auspiciousness and wealth,
मातर्नीलसरस्वति प्रणमतां सौभाग्यसम्पत्प्रदे प्रत्यालीढपदस्थिते शवहृदि स्मेराननाम्भोरुहे
mātarnīlasarasvati praṇamatāṁ saubhāgyasampatpradē pratyālīḍhapadasthitē śavahr̥di smērānanāmbhōruhē
who resides in the heart of the dead, with a smile on her beautiful face.
फुल्लेन्दीवरलोचने त्रिनयने कर्त्रीकपालोत्पले खड्गं चादधती त्वमेव शरणं त्वामीश्वरीमाश्रये
phullēndīvaralōcanē trinayanē kartrīkapālōtpalē khaḍgaṁ cādadhatī tvamēva śaraṇaṁ tvāmīśvarīmāśrayē
You alone are my refuge, O goddess, I take shelter in you.
वाचामीश्वरि भक्तिकल्पलतिके सर्वार्थसिद्धीश्वरि गद्यप्राकृतपद्यजातरचनासर्वार्थसिद्धिप्रदे
vācāmīśvari bhaktikalpalatikē sarvārthasiddhīśvari gadyaprākr̥tapadyajātaracanāsarvārthasiddhipradē
O goddess of speech, the mistress of devotion, the one who grants all accomplishments,
नीलेन्दीवरलोचनत्रययुते कारुण्यवारान्निधे सौभाग्यामृतवर्धनेन कृपयासिञ्च त्वमस्मादृशम्
nīlēndīvaralōcanatrayayutē kāruṇyavārānnidhē saubhāgyāmr̥tavardhanēna kr̥payāsiñca tvamasmādr̥śam
the one who creates the essence of all things, I take refuge in you.
खर्वे गर्वसमूहपूरिततनो सर्पादिवेषोज्वले व्याघ्रत्वक्परिवीतसुन्दरकटिव्याधूतघण्टाङ्किते
kharvē garvasamūhapūritatanō sarpādivēṣōjvalē vyāghratvakparivītasundarakaṭivyādhūtaghaṇṭāṅkitē
With three eyes and a gaze like a blooming blue lotus,
सद्यःकृत्तगलद्रजःपरिमिलन्मुण्डद्वयीमूर्धजे ग्रन्थिश्रेणिनृमुण्डदामललिते भीमे भयं नाशय
sadyaḥkr̥ttagaladrajaḥparimilanmuṇḍadvayīmūrdhajē granthiśrēṇinr̥muṇḍadāmalalitē bhīmē bhayaṁ nāśaya
you shower us with the nectar of auspiciousness and compassion.
मायानङ्गविकाररूपललनाबिन्द्वर्धचन्द्राम्बिके हुम्फट्कारमयि त्वमेव शरणं मन्त्रात्मिके मादृशः
māyānaṅgavikārarūpalalanābindvardhacandrāmbikē humphaṭkāramayi tvamēva śaraṇaṁ mantrātmikē mādr̥śaḥ
By your grace, you bestow upon us the nectar of good fortune,
मूर्तिस्ते जननि त्रिधामघटिता स्थूलातिसूक्ष्मा परा वेदानां नहि गोचरा कथमपि प्राज्ञैर्नुतामाश्रये
mūrtistē janani tridhāmaghaṭitā sthūlātisūkṣmā parā vēdānāṁ nahi gōcarā kathamapi prājñairnutāmāśrayē
removing the burden of pride and filling us with the brilliance of your form.
त्वत्पादाम्बुजसेवया सुकृतिनो गच्छन्ति सायुज्यतां तस्याः श्रीपरमेश्वरत्रिनयनब्रह्मादिसाम्यात्मनः
tvatpādāmbujasēvayā sukr̥tinō gacchanti sāyujyatāṁ tasyāḥ śrīparamēśvaratrinayanabrahmādisāmyātmanaḥ
Surrounded by the beauty of the tiger's skin, adorned with the bell of the deer,
संसाराम्बुधिमज्जने पटुतनुर्देवेन्द्रमुख्यासुरान् मातस्ते पदसेवने हि विमुखान् किं मन्दधीः सेवते
saṁsārāmbudhimajjanē paṭutanurdēvēndramukhyāsurān mātastē padasēvanē hi vimukhān kiṁ mandadhīḥ sēvatē
may you swiftly remove the fear from my heart, O fierce one.
मातस्त्वत्पदपङ्कजद्वयरजोमुद्राङ्ककोटीरिणस्ते देवा जयसङ्गरे विजयिनो निश्शङ्कमङ्के गताः
mātastvatpadapaṅkajadvayarajōmudrāṅkakōṭīriṇastē dēvā jayasaṅgarē vijayinō niśśaṅkamaṅkē gatāḥ
In the form of the moon, you are the essence of all transformations,
देवो:'हं भुवने न मे सम इति स्पर्धां वहन्तः परे तत्तुल्यां नियतं यथा शशिरवी नाशं व्रजन्ति स्वयम्
dēvō:'haṁ bhuvanē na mē sama iti spardhāṁ vahantaḥ parē tattulyāṁ niyataṁ yathā śaśiravī nāśaṁ vrajanti svayam
I take refuge in you, O goddess of mantras, who embodies the essence of all.
त्वन्नामस्मरणात्पलायनपरान्द्रष्टुं च शक्ता न ते भूतप्रेतपिशाचराक्षसगणा यक्षश्च नागाधिपाः
tvannāmasmaraṇātpalāyanaparāndraṣṭuṁ ca śaktā na tē bhūtaprētapiśācarākṣasagaṇā yakṣaśca nāgādhipāḥ
Your form, O mother, is composed of the gross and the subtle,
दैत्या दानवपुङ्गवाश्च खचरा व्याघ्रादिका जन्तवो डाकिन्यः कुपितान्तकश्च मनुजान् मातः क्षणं भूतले
daityā dānavapuṅgavāśca khacarā vyāghrādikā jantavō ḍākinyaḥ kupitāntakaśca manujān mātaḥ kṣaṇaṁ bhūtalē
beyond the reach of the Vedas, I take refuge in you, the wise ones praise.
लक्ष्मीः सिद्धिगणश्च पादुकमुखाः सिद्धास्तथा वैरिणां स्तम्भश्चापि वराङ्गने गजघटास्तम्भस्तथा मोहनम्
lakṣmīḥ siddhigaṇaśca pādukamukhāḥ siddhāstathā vairiṇāṁ stambhaścāpi varāṅganē gajaghaṭāstambhastathā mōhanam
By serving your lotus feet, the righteous attain liberation,
मातस्त्वत्पदसेवया खलु नृणां सिद्ध्यन्ति ते ते गुणाः क्लान्तः कान्तमनोभवो:'त्र भवति क्षुद्रो:'पि वाचस्पतिः
mātastvatpadasēvayā khalu nr̥ṇāṁ siddhyanti tē tē guṇāḥ klāntaḥ kāntamanōbhavō:'tra bhavati kṣudrō:'pi vācaspatiḥ
and those who are connected to the supreme being, the three-eyed Brahma, attain oneness.
ताराष्टकमिदं पुण्यं भक्तिमान् यः पठेन्नरः
tārāṣṭakamidaṁ puṇyaṁ bhaktimān yaḥ paṭhēnnaraḥ
In the ocean of worldly existence, those who are indifferent to serving your feet, O Mother, how can they be considered wise?
प्रातर्मध्याह्नकाले च सायाह्ने नियतः शुचिः
prātarmadhyāhnakālē ca sāyāhnē niyataḥ śuciḥ
O Mother, those who are marked by the dust of your lotus feet, they are indeed victorious in the battles of the gods.
लभते कवितां विद्यां सर्वशास्त्रार्थविद्भवेत् लक्ष्मीमनश्वरां प्राप्य भुक्त्वा भोगान्यथेप्सितान्
labhatē kavitāṁ vidyāṁ sarvaśāstrārthavidbhavēt lakṣmīmanaśvarāṁ prāpya bhuktvā bhōgānyathēpsitān
The gods proclaim, "There is none equal to me in the universe," while they carry the burden of competition.
कीर्तिं कान्तिं च नैरुज्यं प्राप्त्यान्ते मोक्षमाप्नुयात्
kīrtiṁ kāntiṁ ca nairujyaṁ prāptyāntē mōkṣamāpnuyāt
Just as the moon does not diminish, those who are devoted to you will not falter in their resolve.