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This has been a long break after the Arya Satakam in 2002. Personal
preoccupations puts pressure on time and external commitments some
times puts break in the inner evolution. A work that was started at the
behest Bala Swami of Kanchi mutt, in a slow gait as slow as the gait of
Kamakshi as described by the extraordinary Mooka Kavi has traversed to
the best of its abilities the Padaravinda Satakam. Let that divine reddish
hued feet Guide us throughout our life.
When one is in the sublime mode of ultimate surrender it is always the
divine feet rules the heart and mind of the seeker. Here to the kavi after
his very descriptive Arya Satakam, the Kavi moves on to Padaravinda
Satakam. As you move from Arya to Padara vinda satakam the striking
beauty of the prolific poetic flow just drowns the reader and the reciter in
the wave of tsunamis from the ocean of surrender that has burst forth.
Kalidasa and Mooka kavi are the blessed two, who attained the grace by
the Tamboola uchishta and dissolved in Her through poetry.
As the kavi himself sings in the closings of the Satakam as parinamathi
chitroopakala. The aspiration of the seeker is to merge with no duality in
the divine is the mark of the true bakta. Such seekers are the select
ordained ones. The outpourings of them are beyond the comprehension
and reach of mere mortals. It is their experience and vision of the divine
which comes out That is the guiding flow which lifts the seekers like us
to read, savor and seek aspire at least for that experience at least for one
moment is our life. Any effort is only an attempt and can never bring out
the true and original tone unless he or She becomes that. Then words
and works have no place only the divine exists and none else. Still as the
first steps of the child a small beginning is made to dissolve the avarana,
the veil of maya between oneself and that supreme divine. May the grace
and blessings of the ever-bountiful Mother be on those who read the
original and this little effort of translation.
Valli Maragatth
vallimaragath@hotmail.com, drpad65@sancharnet.in
c/o Dr.N.Padmanabhan,
45/21 5th Trust Cross St;
Mandavalli,
Chennai-600028
Tel:-52067885.





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Oh! Mother! In love with the enemy of Madana, you are joyus of
sporting in the city of Kanchi. None so ever by any stretch of
imagination can define your grace. Nevertheless, the wholehearted act
of singing the praise of your feet makes me garrulous.

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It throttles the redness of the freshly sprung tender leaves in the
garden of celestial the city of Indra.The very origin of the redness of
the rising Sun. By out shining the Hibiscus flowers it vanquishes
them. Those red rays emanating from the feet of Kamakshi, pervades
all four directions.


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They are the prime teacher to the swans for their slow canter. In
protecting the poor acts like the Kalpaka Vrisha, the desires fulfilling
tree in the celestial garden. They smartly tears apart the dark clusters
of ignorance. I am desirous of having the vision of those lotuses like
feet of Kamakshi that are the good fortune of mine.

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Shining as the sindura, the red lac on the parting of the bowed head
of the celestial ladies, glowing as the twilight rays that blooms the
lotus hearts of the poets, simmering as the red veil caressing the
breasts of the auspicious virtuous woman, the Vedas, that lotus feet
of Kamakshi thus shines brilliantly.






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Mentally perturbed due to the lovers tiff and bent in submission at thy
feet, the enemy of Madana is the lovelorn Mahadeva and the moon that
dwells in his crown thus gains its reddish shine like the dusk, let that
feet of Kamakshi may ever sport in my heart tirelessly.



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The rows of crowns of the meritorious and the heavenly beings are their
seat. The self-born words, theVedas, are the balustrades for it to stroll.
Divines like Brahma born of lotus are their slaves, those feet of
Kamakshi, may my heart ever rest in them.



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That which diminishes the brightness of lotus flowers, that which fills all
directions with its crimson glow, those whose toe nails shine like the
crescent moons, ever desirous of voraciously blooming up the water lilies
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that are hearts of the poets, that bright feet of Kamakshi is like the
brilliant illumination of the evening twilight, the dusk.


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With a gentle smile on her face, appearing as if to speak through the
sweetly tinkling anklets to that Supreme Being, the destroyer of puras
the fortified fortresses on three directions, with shameless smartness
loosens the tangled knot of the lovers tiff, those twin feet of Kamakshi is
ever resplendent.

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Keeping a close relationship with the black bee like dark heaped knotted
tresses of the divine women reverentially bowed down, reddish tinged by
the lacings of the glittering red lac, glowing with crimson hue by the just
risen rays of the dawn sun, lustrous, surrounded by the swarming six
legged ones, the bees, and brimming like the pollen filled water lilies
spreading them gently, those dual feet of Kamakshi explicitly shows their
association with.



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Though dust laden, they stay permanently in the hearts that are dust
free and pure, though they are full of reddish hue, they are the utmost
refuge of those devoid of any passion or wrath, though slow in motion,
they never come near those who are dull witted and slow acting in their
ways, that divine dual feet of Kamakshi are waves astonishment.




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Oh! My mother Kamakshi! Thine twin lotus feet are adorned with the
clusters of red rays emanating from the red gems of thine anklets,
standing in the midst of the flow of the Ganga like lusture of the toe nails
unceasingly doing penance to protect the universe forever.

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The consort one who burnt down the three worlds, with the incessant
tingling of her anklets speaks an assurance of protection from fear,
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spreading the glow of red tinge all around, with a capacity to destroy all
delusions, those two feet of Kamakshi, may that purify my head that has
bowed down for a second.

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The wife of Bhava, Mother of the Universe, Kamakshi, the crescent Moon
with the blemish of the deer on the matted locks of Shiva by reflecting
the red tinge of the drops of red lac lacing thy feet gets crimson body. Let
that feet dissolve all my ignorance, the cause of my repeated births.


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Auspicious form of Supreme Being, Kamakshi! Urged by their desire to
obtain a sprinkling of the fine dust from those feet, celestial people like
Indra lose their self-control and start jostling and pushing each other.
Let the shining red dust that originates in the region of thine feet that
which can alleviate all my sins sanctify me.





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Hey Kamakshi! Thine lotus feet friendly with the full blown Hibiscus
flowers is surrounded by the effulgent rays from the toe nails like the
rows of Cranes and sparkle as streaks of lightening on the dark spread of
hair of celestial ladies bowed in prayer.

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Oh Kamakshi! Full of passion, your feet shuns the Lotus flowers, by
nature forcefully occupies the head of wise men and the celestials. Then,
how is that, these feet of yours show the path of emancipation to the
learned? Please explain?


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Oh Kamakshi! Red shaded like the Hibiscus, causating the lotus i.e. the
highest knowledge to bloom, annihilating the sluggish heaviness of the
world, your feet, that Sun, enemy of ignorance, may that ever shine in
the mountain of my fore head.
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Paling the frothing foam of rays emerging from the toe nails, the blue
glow of ocean from the pristine sapphire of the bejeweled anklets and the
raging fire erupting from that, is the feet of Kamakshi and to that
redness, I prostrate forever.




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The wife of Shiva! The queen of the Universe, Kamakshi! Your radiant
feet, may that be the rope that pulls me out of the dark deep well of
ignorance, may that shine like the Suns in my heart that are the dense
forest of lotuses, may that be the month of Sravana, like a river poetry
full of essence in spate.
Sravana-the month of Simha- the beginning of the varsha ritu-the
rainy season.






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First you were called Uma then Shive. Kamakshi! Like the eye extending
upto the ears, your feet are at the end of the Vedas which gives the vision
of Vedanta, like the lips decorated by the well formed rounded teeth,
surrounded by the assemblage of twice born with learning and good
conduct, just like the breast decorated by rows of pearls, your feet is that
ultimate to those who surrender unto it. To that foot I prostrate.

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Hey Kamakshi! By the caressing strings of the wavy serpent like black
hair of Sashi Devi, the beloved of Indra, the enemy of demon Namuchi,
bent over your feet the toenails gain a variegated glow like the milky
ocean and where the coral like light thine feet shines abundantly.







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Kamakshi, the beloved of the enemy of Madana! To remove the endless
repulsive dark desires and the resultant distress of mine; while thy feet
that can annihilate the distress of the three worlds themselves in a
moment, will I get a chance to drink the sweet nectar of service to that
feet of yours?


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Kamakshi! The reddish hue of that twilight of the dusk ever desires for,
by the glowing light of the toe-nails shrouds the moon light, the extreme
softness of whom the tender sprouts aspires for. Those feet of Kamakshi
let us imprint it in our minds.


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Kamakshi! The daughter of the mountains, the true purport of the
blemish less words uncreated by anyone, the Vedas, that feet, the people
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whose intellects are as sharp as the Kusa grass, who are well founded in
ordained scriptures, the Sastras, those ascetics having renounced the
entire world as this is naught, this is naught, are in search of the your
imperishable Supreme lotus feet.

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Kamakshi! Having immersed in the lake of nectar that are the scriptures,
the Sastras and purified by it, fully drunk on its bliss and the
enlightened mind of those holy men are in search of that which is the
ever shining jewel of the earth, ever immersed in the ocean of supreme
essence of conscious wisdom, that jewel i.e. thy feet.



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Mother Kamakshi! My mind, ever immersed in the dark abyss due to
delusions defies even the rays of thousand Suns and only your feet can
dissolve the ignorance of mind, may that jeweled lamp light up my mind
even for a moment.




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Just like the heart of poets, enjoined with faultless things glowing and
freely flowing celestial streams filled with the cackle of the swans,
enticing the crimson rays of the dawn the twin lotus feet of Kamakshi,
may that ever shine in my heart.
Just like the heart of the poets, the smooth toe nails enjoins with the
tingling of the ankle bells and the crimson glow spreading forth from
those lovely twin feet May that ever light up my heart.
Nakara--na+kara a taste for faultless things, nakara shine of the toe
nails, hamsaka---anklets, swans, Arunacayareddish glow, sunlight.

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The lovely lotus feet of Kamakshi! Is it because they are enjoined with the
naturally hard crowns of Celestials, do they break to smithereens the
confusion of ignorance, is it because that they are with the snow clad
mountains that do they cool the minds of the devotees, is it why that
they are ever in the inner core of yogis hearts, do they give a vision what
that is normally not seen by the ordinary man.



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Mother Kamakshi! The wife of Shiva, ashamed by the naturally pure and
soft feet of thine, the mortified fresh sprung twigs and lotus flowers
enjoins thee crowd of twice born and begins a vow of living in the dense
forest ne the fresh sprung sprigs and lotus flower joins the flocks of birds
and starts living in the forests and water ponds.
Dwija-Brahmana, Birds; Vana- forest, Water.



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The herds of swans somehow after a long long time gets the vision of the
form, that which removes sluggish nature of ignorance. Though placed
ever in the midst of water but still is untouched by any fault, that dual
lotus feet of Kamakshi, whose vision comes easily to the enlightened,
keeps ridiculing the lotus flowers for their fault of wilting every night.
HamsaAscetic, Swans; JataIgnorance, Water; Doshafault, Night.





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By decorating the heads of celestial inhabitants gives them immense
pleasure. Beauty incarnate, the moonlike brilliance of the toenails wipes
away the engulfing darkness. Keen on the enmity towards the lotus
bloom, those brilliant feet of yours, Oh Kamakshi, is like another Moon.

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Oh Mother Kamakshi! The whitish glow emerging from the toe nails and
the reddish hue from the two feet in close touch with curly hair of the
prostrating divine ladies appear as intertwined string of whitish flowers
of Mandara and freshly bloomed hibiscus.

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The rays of light from the toe nails shining brilliantly in the midst of the
pure blemishless Milky Ocean bearing the marks of Conch, Disc and
Lotus. Shaped like a Fish, matchlessly beautiful that feet of thine is
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nothing but the one who bears the Sree, the Mahalakshmi, the one who
measured the three worlds, Mahavishnu.

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Oh! Daughter of the snow clad mountain! Brilliant with shining rays of
the toe nails like bunches of flowers, with its lovely red tinge closely
mixing with that tinge of the tender twigs, ever easy and approachable
for the virtuous, ever inclined to bestow all wishes, these feet of yours is
like the wish-fulfilling tree, Kalpaka Vriksha, of the divine forest.


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Hey Kamakshi, the daughter of the mountain king! Thine illustrious feet
is performing the sacrificial action in the blazing alter of the minds of
people with firm resolve. Its anklets are tingling sweetly as if chanting
Vashat, pouring the oblations of the lineage of Karma, the tradition of
action.





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Oh Kamakshi! The embodiment of all that is true, these feet of thine, by
the soft ringing of their gem laden anklets uttering the sacred syllables
and by the luster of the light of the toe nails spreading the scared ashes
all around eradicates the evil spirit self pride in those who are bowed in
your worship and shows its power of charms and spells.


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Oh Mother Kamakshi! The damsel ie thine feet, when once the Moon, the
Moon of Knowledge has risen, when all all darkness of ignorance has
completely disappeared, shows her fondness like a woman in love,
drapes herself with the white translucent cloth that is her luster of her
toe nails and on her own keeps a randevouz in my heart.



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The girl child of the Mountain King! The power of meditation on thy feet
is like the fresh new dawn to the thriving grove of lotuses, to the
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praiseworthy bards, that are the herds of cuckoos, they are like the
extended full blown spring, for the rising moon, the moon of knowledge,
it is just after dusk, the first half of the night.


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Girl child of the mountains Kamakshi! Thine feet is like the Sun which is
forever enjoined with Chaya Devi, always friendly with the lotus flowers,
the source of light for the world, igniting the light of knowledge and
showing the right path to those desirous of liberation.


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The consort of the destroyer of three worlds, those who have crossed the
ocean of delusion slowly by and by, further desirous acquiring what that
is within easy reach of the ordained, to climb up to that balcony in the
mansion of ultimate bliss step by step, with your feet as the stairs, with
the strength of incessant mantra sadhana through puracarana, achieve
that quickly.
Puracarana-the penance of constant prayers with mantra japa as the
mode where in 1000 japa, 100 homam, 10 tarpanam, 1 marjanam.


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Mother Kamakshi! That which sweeps away the worst of tormenting
distress of those who pay obeisance, that dark cloud that floods the river
of knowledge into a torrential flow, that luminous lamp that lights up the
darkness of life, that feet I am desirous obtaining their grace.

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The pair of feet of Kamakshi! Always waited upon by the wind Gods,
with no trembling or shakiness, red shaded changeless beauty, naturally
exemplary, smartly jesting its anklets' sharp tingling and teases the
freshly sprouted tender shoots.



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Kamakshi! Efficient in protecting the world, proficient in teaching the
lotus bloom it way to luster, unsurpassed, reverentially worshipped, ever
lovely and pleasing, always accessible to the wise and learned, sportingly
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playing around in the Vedas, that pair of feet of yours is touching the
crowns of the celestials.




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Kamakshi, Mother Divine! Beyond words, that which robs away darkness
of illusive ignorance, that which protects the world, red hued, smartly
sporting in the hearts of ascetics, whose nails appear as though smiling,
the very essence of the vedic sayings, and that which breaks the
maddening hold of this repeated succession of births, to those feet I bow
to.

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Babe of the mountain king, Kamakshi! Your feet is ever smirched with
the paste of red mud but ceaselessly engaged in exhausting the mire of
accumulated sins of those who bow down to them, though adorned by
anklets, Thula Koti, is forever incomparable, thus they are beyond
thoughts and speech.




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That which makes the tender in the forest springs quiver with shame,
that which jests the brilliant rising Sun into a childish state, that which
pales the simmering twilight, that crimson feet of Kamakshi, may that
ever take care of my welfare.


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The beloved of the one who bears the crescent Moon in his head, the
luminous glow from your nails expand like the flowing beams of
moonlight that fills the heart of enlightened souls with happiness, that
which is as beautiful as the freshly bloomed red lotus, that luminous feet
of yours illumines the clear autumnal sky.

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May my mind dip in the expanse of illumination of the toes that are like
the expanse of the crystal clear waters of Ganga, may it drink the nectar
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of supreme knowledge steadily, may it sport in the balcony of the
mansion that feet of Kamakshi Devi lit up by light of the lamps of gems
that are the anklets.




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In the ocean of worldly existence the are the catamaran, in the dark
grove of ignorance they are the raging forest fire, in the crest crown of
Indra and the heavenly inhabitants the decorative bud, in the tormenting
heat of worldly things they are the cooling moon light and they are the
parrot in the cage in the self sprung Vedas, those feet of Kamakshi, I
meditate upon.

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Oh Kamakshi! Thine wonderful feet, that gem like a mirror that skillfully
reflects the ultimate bliss, the naturally soft curly hair of Sashi devi, the
wife of one who killed Valasura, is caressing it with the hope to obtain
the status of polishing that mirror that are your feet.




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Oh Kamakshi! Effortlessly shining in the dark caves of the naturally
sprung Vedas, the brilliant illumination of the toe tails springing forth as
the violently shaking mane of that lion king, that feet of yours, may that
forcefully crumble that fearful huge elephant that are my delusions.

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It makes me think that by beholding the lovely dancing of the celestial
women in front of you, the luster of the toenails are breaking into a
gentle smile and the well arranged anklets pouring out spectacular poetic
sounds by way of appreciation.






Kamakshi! Reproaching the lotus flower, cooled by the camphor scented
sandal paste, wetted by the chilling waters that flow from the crescent
moon in the crown of the enemy of Madana, rollicking in the ones own
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glow, the beams of brilliance of the toe nails like the fresh sprung sprigs,
thine feet is friendly with the wayfarers wife.


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Kamakshi! For those who are ever bent at your feet, in the matters of
wealth the attracting japa of affluence, for the turbulent circuit of worldly
life it is obstructing japa to arrest, in the heart of the enemy of the cupid,
Madana, the fascinating japa to infatuate with love, that sweetly tinkling
anklets in your lotus feet that smartly ensures all this may that protect
me forever.


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The beloved of the lord of all living beings, the refugee for the entire
creation, Kamakshi, the well-marked divine feet of on the banks of river
Kampa, Brahma born of lotus, Narayana and others experience
boundless happiness those feet of mine place on my head my head with
passion.




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The multitude of bees droning over the buds of Mandara flowers on the
hair of the prostrating celestial women spreads like smoke over the shiny
feet of Kamakshi, that crimson feet, as crimson as the traditional fire,
may that burn down the dense forest of my transmigratary life and guard
me forever.

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Oh Kamakshi! The toe nails emits white brilliance like the crescent
moon, the chief of stars, continuously desirous of directly showing the
lotus blooms in poor light, arresting the darkness of my repeated cycles
of life, may that pair of feet make me proficient in oratory.






Kamakshi! The endless peel of darkness is overwhelmed by the
immeasurable illumination engulfing from all sides making everything
lovable, destroying the ego, striking down the huge elephant like delusion
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of ignorance like a lion, that feet that Chintamani, the gem that bestows
ones all desires, may that dissolve my burning mire of life and death
cycles.


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Kamakshi! The consort of one bears the Ganga on his head, their
brilliance is like that of the Sun (Surya), brimming with sweet nectar like
the Moon (Chandra), reddish in hue like the Mars (Mangal), as endearing
to all those who are subservient as the (Budha) Mercury, leading on in
the path of righteousness like the Jupitar (Guru), showers poetic
proliference like the Venus (Sukra), with slow gait as that of Saturn
(Sani), the shearing meteor in terms of the darkness of those who
surrender like Rahu & Ketu, thus shines thine feet.


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Kamakshi! You have enslaved even those born of the lotus, Brahma;
showering even the unattainable on the hapless, thus belittling even the
kalpaka vriksha, the Wish Boon Tree, lording over the entire creation, its
protection and its destruction, can any effort or exertion ever describe
the majestic feet of yours?


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Auspicious Kamakshi! The wife of Paramashiva! Scorched by the redhot
heat cycle of transmigration, never having drunk even a droplet of the
cooling water of knowledge, wandering in the darkness of false illusions, I
beseech that I attain the cooling feet of yours quickly.

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Oh Mother Kamakshi! The spectrum of rays effulgent from the toe nails
are the canopy of hand woven soft silk of China, continuously
smoothened by the repeated rubbing of crowns of heavenly beings, the
reddish glow emanating like a silky spread, Oh Kamakshi! That mansion
of gem, thine feet, that lady of the superior most knowledge is easily
obtained by the enlightened.

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The child of the royal Mountain Kamakshi! We believe that the effulgence
of the rising full Sun is the reflection from your feet as this fulfills the
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desires of Devendra, King of the celestials, banishes all darkness of
ignorance and by its brilliance lights up all directions with its red glow.

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The greatness of the lotus feet of Kamakshi is that it lifts one who
surrenders unto them either seat him on the bed of Patanjali, the
exponent of mahabhashya i.e. the Adhisesha (the thousand hooded
snake seat) i.e. Adinarayana, ne make him one who out of anger burnt
down Kama, i.e. the three eyed Shiva, ne seat him on the lotus flower the
home of honeybees, the seat of Brahma.


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The babe of the ruler of the mountains, your feet irrigates and thus cools
the minds of the virtuous with the gushing waters of dispassion (viveka),
the minds that have been leveled by the plough of the incessant study of
the prescribed texts; on that well prepared field that are minds of the
meritorious (sadhus) plants the pure seeds from which springs up the
plant, the supreme knowledge.



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The wife of all pervading and all controlling Sarva (Shiva) Kamakshi, the
glow of the toe nails resemble the pale glow of bunches of Mandara
flowers, the crimson toes themselves are like shining Champaka buds,
these your feet are like the delightful the spring season with the Asoka
trees in full bloom may that always bless me with griefless ever happy
state.


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The off spring of the Hill King! The blemish less reddish glow from your
feet is like the west-wardly flowing Sona river, with the effervescence of
the toe nails, the swarm of swans flying over that and the glittering
emeralds in the anklets are the green moss in there.







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Hey Kamakshi! Your feet shakes away all the mire of dirt, sins, still they
are the thorns that hinders the path of those who are not virtuous, never
dependant on anyone else but always in permanent bloom, gains its
brilliance from the effulgence of moonlight, the toe nails; and thus I think
the lotus flowers that blooming water tanks and your feet are totally
dissimilar.

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Hey Kamakshi! Your twin feet in their slow moving gait enviously
competes with the chief of the elephants, spites the pristine pure lotuses,
fulfills all wishes, still how is that the minds of compassionate sages are
incessantly engaged in desiring them.

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Born as the child of the chief of mountains, the auspicious Kamakshi!
Humiliated by the crimson glow of the thine feet, the evening twilight,
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having realized that it can never out beat that, often forces the lotus
flowers to fold up its petals in the evening.

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Hey Kamakshi! Thine feet indeed are the preceptor enumerating the
beauty of the art of gentle gait to swans, in return they show an
inclination to be friendly with the lotuses that have a closeness to your
feet.

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The beloved of the enemy of the one with cruel arrows! Kamakshi! That
which naturally in union with the dark dirt like bees, that which wilts
with the acts of the twice born, the Moon, and the pollen laded lotus
flowers, you are justly ever in enmity with them.







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Proficient in bringing together Lakshmi (wealth) and poetry (Saraswathi-
learning), competent in protecting those in distress, as soft as the
beautiful lotus flower, with a crimson glow, constantly living in the
hearts of the sages, with its gentle slow gait mesmerises our hearts, to
that lotus feet of Kamakshi which removes all sins, I submit.


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Better than the best, greater than the greatest, bestowing liberation,
whose glow of the toe nails are like the expanse of the Moons rays,
whose underfoot is the reddish tinge of copper, who is eulogized by the
Vedas, and who takes away the pride of the fully bloomed lotus, that feet
of Kamakshi, I merge into.











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Filled with all six kinds of wealth Kamakshi! In the natural state both the
tender shoots and your feet resemble each other in both their tenderness
and reddishness, but the shoots are ever desirous of association with the
thicket of forest (Vana), while the latter is ever in the mode of
disassociation (avana), the difference is in the minds of the high
intellectuals.

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Kamakshi! The gem laden anklets are mirthfully chirping loudly, but how
does that fill the silent sages with the permanent bliss of Ananda, though
by nature red hued, but makes the mind of the men stainless. How does
this happen?







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The daughter of the royal chef of the mountains, the wife who is the left
of half of Paramashiva, Oh, Kamakshi! Forever being buffeted by the
unceasing waves of desires, totally exhausted and fainting, with no
control over my senses, still desirous of crossing the ocean of karma, the
chain of action and reaction, when will I reach the gem crested bridge
that are your feet?

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The daughter of the chief of Hills, hey Kamakshi! When the scorching
heat of my sins dries up my conscious wisdom, that mind like a peacock
wilts up in distress, why not your lovely feet, that rich cloud does not
show the expanse of the early monsoon season of Sravnaa.







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Those who prostrate, on the balcony of the mansion of their sentient
mind, Oh Kamakshi, thine feet are the lamp that spreads the
illumination in which even the deluding darkness acquired by boundless
sinful acts are automatically destroyed as the little moths circling over
the lamp falling a pray to it.



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Mother Divine Kamakshi! These feet of yours are the shell for the glowing
multitude pearlike rays of the toe nails, to those who pay obeisance they
are the boat to cross their ocean of misfortunes, the great fire that burns
down the dense forest of transmigratary life and surly the firestone the
ignites the spark of Knowledge in sages.








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Oh mother Kamakshi! Always waited upon by the wise and the learned,
melodiously praised by the music from the veena of the Gandharva
women, the heavenly inhabitants, shattering to smithereens the huge
mountains of repeated births and deaths, your feet, that Devendra, who
killed Valasura, the spring of ignorance and darkness, that feet that are
the ruler of all celestials is invoked by one and all.



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In the heart of the devotees you are the blooming spring, the water laden
clouds of the monsoon that cools and cleanses, by the autumnal
Moonlike glow of the toe nails removes the distress of people, even in the
winter months makes the lotus flowers bloom, to that feet that does such
surprising acts I prostrate.







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That lotus feet of Kamakshi, Brahma, is effortlessly creating the
displays of the world, which is excellently portrayed in all its
embodiments and shaded by poets par excellence, with the lotus flower
underneath him, revered by sages like Sanaka, Brigu and others, is
shining brilliantly.


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Mountain child Kamakshi! The pollen dust springing from your shining
lotus feet seizes and removes all the association with stains and ensures
sparkling pure shine the mirror, that mirror which is the heart of those
who are propitiating you always which reflects the entire universe.


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Kamakshi! Seeing your feet the newly sprung twig has banished itself to
deep inside the forest, while the lotus has assumed the form of lines and
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merged into your feet itself. In times of defeat, both ways, banishing
oneself to faraway lands or surrendering to the conqueror, both are
equally justifiable.



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Kamakshi! With the benevolent sight of the Guru as the sunlight, having
wiped out all the darkness of ignorance of egoism of self love, the
virtuous men understands the true purport of Vedic sayings, and as a
fruit of these good deeds constantly tries to establish your lotus feet
firmly within them every day.

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Hey Kamakshi! Once they resolve on the vow of devotion to your feet,
even the dullest turn eloquent and just as the agitation in the milky
ocean when being forcefully churned by the mountain, naturally
splendorous diligent words pour out spontaneously and forcefully
pulsating the lips on their own.



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Kamakshi, the Ultimate glory! Thine feet ever sweetly humming with the
ankle bells why do they constantly try to assail the swans from their
amorous walk. When you are giving immense pleasure to Bhava, these
feet of yours is treacherous towards Bhava, the cycle of life and death.
Why is it so?
Hamsakaanklets, Swans, Bhava-------Shiva, transmigrate life.


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Auspicious Kamakshi! Even the very mention of the words indolent slow
motion makes it wilt, that naturally gentle twin feet of yours, how do they
forebear the rubbing of the crowns of a host of heavenly beings, how do
they stand on the sharp pinpoint of needle that are the heart of the
renowned ascetics.






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Kamakshi! They infatuate the wise and the learned, with an explicit
affiliation to red tinges, with an enticingly gentle succulent roaming,
adorned by intoxicating musically inclined ankle bells, those twin feet,
that dancing women, may she ever dance in the arena of my heart.


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Oh Mother Kamakshi! The matted locks of Parama Shiva, the lord of
living beings, the lotus heart of those who have scorned all materialistic
desires, the of greatest of spoken words ie Vedas and their crown, in all
these they are the beautiful crowning glory, that incomparable powerful
feet of thine that which absorbs all the loveliness of the lotus flower, may
that remove my hapless state of mine and bless me forever.

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The child of the royal chief of mountains, your feet have joined with the
flowers that are worn by celestial ladies, are ever fulfilling all the desires
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of those who submit to you, and just by their very touch they bloom up
the Asoka trees, thus your feet fulfills in all three ways viz aromatic
fragrance, kamadhenu, Kalpaka Vriksha.hence they are the Surabhi.

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Kamakshi! These feet of yours, protects the gem that are minds of the
sages from the biggest thief, the infatuation of the mind unceasingly day
and night, but these very same crimson feet by its very desire for the
reddish shades is forcefully thieving the colour of the tender leaves. Is it
fair?


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One who has the protective net of compassion, the reigning queen of
Parama Shiva, Oh Kamakshi, though continuously trying to recite
outwardly good things but deeply drawn into the pleasures of the sense
organs of touch, sound, sight, taste and smell, repeatedly trying to relish
things as this is good and that is nice etc, this parrot, the tormented
mind of mine, why dont you encage it in the unopenable cage of your
feet.


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Hey Kamakshi! Even if prayed for a very short duration, it removes the
worst of fevers, the stupefying confusions of the mind, the primordial
truth hidden in the dense thickets of scriptures,(Agamas), this rare
heavenly medicine that is your feet is obtained only by a selected few
ordained ones that too after a very prolonged search.


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The child of the mountain Kamakshi! Adorned by the ringing anklets,
with a beautiful gait, ever living in the hearts of the meritorious people,
with its emanating rays from those toe nails banishes the darkness of the
mind, borne on his head by the husband lord ParamaShiva himself, as
soft as the lotus, to that feet may I prostrate forever.

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The wife of one who burnt down the three worlds, Mother, Oh mountain
child, Oh Kamakshi! Very reddish by nature, with the face like the full
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moon, meditated upon by those who have abundance of tranquility of the
mind, the twin feet of thine, on that let the bee of my mind, may that
freely and happily play around to its hearts content.

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The beloved one with enmity towards the one with arrows of love
potion(Manmatha) in that slow swinging walk you defeat even the king of
elephants, Iravata, Oh Mountain Child, in that couple, the dual feet of
thine, people with perception with their enjoined palms strive hard to
fasten the vicious rogue elephant, the mind, firmly.


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Mother of the Universe, Kamakshi! The tradition of paying obeisance to
your feet gives fame to meritorious, makes them pour out prolific poetry,
bestows wealth, gives tranquility of the mind, unties the knot of the cycle
of life and death, why for those who have totally surrendered, what is
that it does not do?




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Just as the flowery oratory of the poets brim with the essence of rasa,
like the full blown lotus full of fragrance over flowing with pollen by the
rays of the Sun, thy feet, that lotus feet of gentle mother Kamakshi
lights up the minds of the pious like the eastern side of the mountain
being lit up by the rays of dawn Sun.


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The enemy of Kama Lord Mahadeva pleased you immensely and thus
blessed he conquered Purasura. That twin lotus feet, may that sprout in
my mind when my end is staring at me.

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Divine Kamakshi! Famous for its slow motion, ever present in the hearts
of pure souls, ever shining in the Vedas, the uncreated words, ever giving
happiness to those who submit to them, that blemisgless feet of thine , I
praise every day.
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Whomsoever reads the stotra hundred that which gives happiness to one
and all on lotus feet of Kamakshi everyday with true love and devotion
will be honoured by one and all, will be the glittering gem on the forehead
of all poets, enjoy all worldly pleasures for long, and will merge with the
divine form of Kamakshi (chaitanya Swaroopa as a particle (amsa
Swaroopa).