Shri Shri Ravi Shankar - Shiva Manas Puja | Текст песни

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• Shri Shri Ravi Shankar
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rat_naiH kalpitamaasanaM himajalaiH s_naanaM cha divyaambaraM
naanaarat_navibhuuShitaM mR^igamadaamodaaN^kitaM chandanam.h .
jaatiichampakabilvapatrarachitaM puShpaM cha dhuupaM tathaa
diipaM deva dayaanidhe pashupate hR^itkalpitaM gR^ihyataam.h .. 1..

sauvarNe navarat_nakhaNDarachite paatre ghR^itaM paayasaM
bhakShyaM paJN_chavidhaM payodadhiyutaM rambhaaphalaM paanakam.h .
shaakaanaamayutaM jalaM ruchikaraM karpuurakhaNDojjvalaM
taambuulaM manasaa mayaa virachitaM bhak_t_yaa prabho sviikuru .. 2..

chhatraM chaamarayoryugaM vyajanakaM chaadarshakaM nirmalam.h
viiNaabherimR^idaN^gakaahalakalaa giitaM cha nR^ityaM tathaa .
saaShTaaN^gaM praNatiH stutirbahuvidhaa hyetatsamastaM mayaa
saN^kalpena samarpitaM tava vibho puujaaM gR^ihaaNa prabho .. 3..

aatmaa tvaM girijaa matiH sahacharaaH praaNaaH shariiraM gR^ihaM
puujaa te viShayopabhogarachanaa nidraa samaadhisthitiH .
saJN_chaaraH padayoH pradakShiNavidhiH stotra...

O ocean of mercy, O master of bound creatures, I have imagined a throne
of precious stones for You, cool water for You to bathe in,
divine robes adorned with many jewels, sandalwood paste mixed
with musk to anoint Your body, jasmine and champaka flowers and
bilva leaves, rare incense, and a shining flame.
Accept all these which I have imagined in my heart for You, O God. 1

Sweet rice in a golden bowl inlaid with the nine jewels, the five
kinds of food made from milk and curd, bananas, vegetables,
sweet water scented with camphor, and betel leaf---
I have prepared all these in my mind with devotion.
O Lord, please accept them. 2

A canopy, two yak-tail whisks, a fan and a spotless mirror, a viiNaa,
kettledrums, a mridang and a great drum, songs and dancing, full prostrations,
and many kinds of hymns--- all this I offer You in my imagination.
O almighty Lord, accept this, my worship of You. 4

You are my Self; paarvatii is my reason. My five praaNaas are
Your attendants, my body is Your house, and all the pleasures of
my senses are objects to use for Your worship. My sleep is

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