Sri Meenakshi sthothram By Adhi Sankara Bhagawat Pada Translated by Р.R.Ramachander
Sri vidhye, shiva vama bhaga nilaye, sri rajarajarchithe, Sri nadhadhi guru swaroopa vibhave, chinthamani peedike, Sri vani giri janthamgri kamala, sri shambhavi, sri shive, Madhyahne malayadwajadhipa suthe, maam pahi meenambike. 1
Be pleased to protect me, Oh , mother Meenakshi, Who is the holy knowledge of the occult, Who resides in the left side of Lord Shiva, Who is being worshipped by king of kings, Who has varied forms like the holy trinity, Who sits on the holy seat of thought, Who is being worshipped by Saraswathi and Parvathi, Who is the consort of Lord Shambhu. Who is the wife o Lord Shiva, Who is the epitome of sun shine, And who is the daughter of king Malayadwaja.
Be pleased to protect me, Oh , mother Meenakshi, Who resides in the Sri Chakra, Who is the goddess of moving and nonmoving things of the world, Who is being worshipped by the universe, Who provides protection to the oppressed, Who provides succour to those who salute her, Who is bent because of her heavy breasts, Who is the holy knowledge, Who is being sung about by Vedas, Who is like a streak of lightning, And who has full nectar like heart of mercy.
Kodeeranga rathna kundala dhare kodanda bananchithe, Koka kara kucha dwayo parilasad pralambha haranchithe, Sinja noopura pada sarasa mani sri pada kalamkruthe, Madaridrya bhujanga garuda khage, Maam pahi meenambike. 3
Be pleased to protect me, Oh , mother Meenakshi, Who wears a crown , armlets and jeweled ear drops, Who shines with bow and arrow in her hands, Who shines with the jeweled garland worn over her breasts, Who shines with slippers over her feet with jingling anklets, And who is like the eagle poised over my serpent like poverty.
Be pleased to protect me, Oh , mother Meenakshi, Who has the history of being worshipped by the trinity, Who sits on the seat of corpse, Who carries rope goad , bow and arrows with her, Who wears the young moon as an ornament, Who is a little girl and has eyes like the deer, Who shines like crores of young suns, Who is goddess being worshipped by signs, And who is the daughter of a sage.
Be pleased to protect me, Oh , mother Meenakshi, Who is being saluted by devas, gandharwas, yakshas ad Pannagas, Who is being embraced by He who carries the ganga, Who also has the form of Gayathri, Who rides on the Garuda and sits on the lotus, Who is of the holy colour of the black, Who is always stable, Who is spread much beyond the sky, Who is the fire that burns the trees of bad people, Who gives the light of billion suns, Who is being worshipped by holy chants, And who is the daughter of a sage.