Introduction / Summary:-
This stotram which is written in English, is named as 'Trimata Aarati Pradakshina Stotram'. It's dedicated to 'Trimata'. Trimata is not a new goddess; in fact it denotes our three compassionate mother goddesses viz. Parvati, Lakshmi, and Saraswati. So, this poem works on all the three of them.
Secondly, it is written in such a way, that while singing/reading this poem, without being concious one would automatically be doing a kind of 'Aarati' to the three deities. You would have seen Aarati in temples, how the movement of the flame is done, how many times it's done etc. Aarati is moving a flame in front of the deity in clockwise motion covering almost the whole idol. It's moved usually 3 times. In this poem i have achieved the clockwise movement only once per goddess. That's because i see (and it's true as per Advaita) them as one only. So one Aarati per deity multiplied by 3 goddesses achieves my target.
Thirdly, it also does 'Pradakshina' (circumambulate) once per goddess which makes it finally 3 times and we usually do pradakshinaa 3 times in our culture. Finally, as the standard stotrams would contain Phalastuti; i have also written a Phalastuti (verse 39), and I'm sure my Mother goddesses will accept that. So, I pray to them again that whosoever reads this poem with child like love for the goddesses, should get what i wrote in the poem and i know my mothers would uplift everyone to higher realms of spiritual wisdom!
त्रिमाता आरती प्रदक्षिना स्तोत्रम
Trimata Aarati Pradakshina Stotram
What would I achieve by wandering here and there,
With my unstable, wicked, lustful and vacillating mind?
Why don't i stick it firmly, to the divine lotus feet of,
The three great goddesses, who're infinitely kind? [1]
Realizing this now, i would go and approach,
The three mother goddesses, worshiping them one by one.
To express them my love, and to remind them that,
I might be a fallen man, a sinner, but for sure I'm their son. [2]
Touching the right foot, of my mother Lakshmi,
Which resembles the petal, of a pink colored lotus.
I bind my love like an anklet, around her lotus foot,
And fix my devotion on to it, with a glue called 'Focus'. [3]
I worship the lower right hand, of my mother Kamala
Which scintillates brilliantly, due to the showering gold.
I pray to that lovely hand, to protect me from greediness,
Even if i lose my wealth, or when my riches become manifold. [4]
I worship the upper right hand, of my mother HariPriya,
Which spins the Sudarshana Discus, around the index finger.
I pray it, to cut the vicious circle, of my painful births and rebirths,
And liberate me to that abode, where i can permanently linger. [5]
I worship the pink and plum face, of my beautiful mother Madhavi,
which oozes motherly affection, through the unfading innocent smile.
I pray it to protect me from women, and all related infatuations,
Helping me in my spiritual progress, at every step and every mile. [6]
I worship the upper left hand, of my mother Vaishnavi,
Which holds a white conch gently, in its soft pink palm.
I pray it to resonate in my ears, the divine primordial sound,
And help fixing my wandering mind, to stay focused and calm. [7]
I worship the lower left hand, of my mother Bhargavi,
Which points towards her foot, showing the place of liberation.
I pray it to bestow me with, all the good qualities and virtues,
And help me stay firm in, my sonly love for her, with zero aberration. [8]
I touch the left foot, of my mother VishnuPriya,
Which is soft and slender, like a pink colored lotus petal.
I would firmly cling and hold, this lotus foot of this mother,
Which is the abode where finally, everyone would come and settle. [9]
I put my hands round the belly, hugging my beloved mother Vasudharini,
Which is the womb that carries us, fondly known as the 'Mother Earth'.
I pray it with full devotion, to consider me always her child,
Since this is my home where i reside, in my every birth and rebirth. [10]
I worship with full devotion, the two breasts of my mother Amrita,
Through which the universal mother, feeds milk for our nourishment.
I pray to my mother Lakshmi, to feed me her milk with motherly love,
And replenish my good qualities, which i lost in carnal enjoyments. [11]
I worship her spine, circumambulating around, my mother Sridevi,
Which gives support to us, and protection to the entire universe.
I pray it to support and protect me, like a caring mother cow,
Since i never learned Vedas, and my other sins are diverse. [12]
As a token of my devotion, i cut one fourth slice of my heart,
And emboss a phrase 'My beloved Mother,' on that slice of my heart.
i pin it as a pendant, near her heart, hanging on her golden necklace,
And take her promise of being my mother, who would never depart. [13]
I lay prostrate in front of, my beloved mother Lakshmi,
Placing my palms on her feet, i beg her pardon for all my sins.
I take leave of her to go to, my next mother goddess in line,
And hug her with a request, to be there always, through my think and thin. [14]
Touching the right foot, of my beloved mother Saraswati,
Which outsmarts the beauty of, a pure white conch or shell.
This is the foot which i would hold, firmly with devotion,
Since taking her refuge only, can protect me from the hell. [15]
I worship the lower right hand, of my mother Bharati,
Which is fair like a crystal, and plucks the Veena string.
I pray to the goddess of music, to teach me the right chords,
Which when plucked correctly, would make my wisdom upswing. [16]
I worship the upper right hand, of goddess of speech-Vagdevi,
Which holds a rosary of alphabets, connected together by a thread.
As having no end or beginning, runs that rosary of beads,
Likewise, let it fill me with infinite wisdom, from my toe to head. [17]
I worship that beautiful face, of my beloved mother HamsaVahana,
Which is ever cheerful, with a constant and unfading motherly smile.
I pray her to purge my vision, and make it sacrosanct,
And help me traverse the path of knowledge, at every step and every mile. [18]
I worship the upper left hand, of my lovely mother MahaVidya,
Which holds the word of the god;'Vedas', the Supreme Knowledge divine.
I pray to her, who is the Highest Reality, to hold firmly my wandering mind,
And pray her to be permanently seated, in the lotus heart of mine. [19]
I worship the lower left hand, of my sweetest mother Brahmi,
Which shines like a white lotus, holding the Veena tuning the notes.
I pray to that hand of my beloved mother, to give me enough knowledge,
To aptly tune my wisdom, while sailing on the spiritual boats. [20]
Washing with my tears, the left foot, of my dearest mother Vaani,
Praying to that purest of rivers, to gracefully put her foot on my head.
Her foot which is the source of wisdom, giving spiritual enlightenment,
Would burn all my illusions, changing me from sinner to sacred. [21]
With all my sonly love for her, i embrace the belly of mother, Vedamaata,
Which carries the sacred womb, where from she gave me birth.
I salute that mother mine, for initiating me under her grace,
Allowing me full access to, all the scriptures of priceless worth. [22]
With full devotion i worship, the two breasts of my mother Sharada,
From which milk of knowledge flows, as 'Music' and 'Literature'.
I pray her to feed her milk to this son, with true maternal love,
And replenish my lost worth, certifying with her signature. [23]
I worship her spine, circumambulating around, my mother Vageeshwari,
Which supports and protects the wisdom, of the entire spiritual kingdom.
I pray it to support and protect me, like a caring mother cow,
Since i never learned Vedas, and am also poor in wisdom. [24]
As a token of my love i slice, one third of the remaining piece of my core,
And emboss a phrase, 'My beloved Mother', on that slice of my heart.
I pin it as a pendant, near her heart, hanging on her favorite Veena,
And take her promise of being my mother, who would never depart. [25]
I lay prostrate in front of, my beloved mother Saraswati,
Placing my palms on her feet, begging pardon for all my sins.
I take leave of her to go to, my next mother goddess in line,
And hug her with a request, to be there always, through my think and thin. [26]
Touching the right foot, of my beloved mother Parvati,
Which blazes with a golden hue, resting on a lotus flower.
I take refuge of her, seeking protection from all the evils,
Since she is my only savior, I being devoid of spiritual power. [27]
I worship the lower right hand, of my lovely mother Lalita,
Which holds a bunch of five flowers, resembling passion and desire.
I pray it to protect me from, all kind of passions of flesh,
And give me the boon of celibacy, burning all my desires in fire. [28]
I worship the upper right hand, of my benevolent mother Ambika,
Which holds a golden goad, cutting all the threads of illusion.
I pray it to cut all my bonds, leaving the one between me and her,
Using which we exchange, love and devotion through diffusion. [29]
I worship the charming moonlike face, of my mother Tripurasundari,
Which stands as the incomparable beauty, in the fourteen worlds.
Such a one being my mother, purges my mind from thoughts of women,
And prevents my chastity; in my deeds, thoughts and words. [30]
I worship the upper left hand, of my compassionate mother, Bhavani,
Which is slender like a lotus stem, and holds a divine noose.
I pray it to pull me towards her, seating me in her lap, tied to her belly,
Since, I fear, I may fall in the pit of sins, if she lets me loose. [31]
I worship the lower left hand, of my beloved mother Gouri,
Which looks fair with golden hue, and holds a sugarcane bow.
I pray it to plough my heart, with the arrows of renunciation,
And sow the seeds of devotion, for the crops of love to grow. [32]
Touching the left foot, of my beloved mother Kamakshi,
Which radiates divine effulgence, resting comfortably on her thigh.
Let me wash with my sprinkling tears, this celestial foot of hers
Which is worshiped by Brahma and Vishnu, and it's not a lie. [33]
Like her child i climb her lap, and hug the belly of Jagadamba,
Which gave birth to the universes, from its sacred womb.
That would swallow them back inside, at the time of deluge,
And finally, would be my resting place, acting as my tomb. [34]
Like a hungry child i look at, the breasts of my mother Annapoorna,
Which are always damp, with the overflowing milk of maternal love.
I pray them to let me suckle forever, sleeping comfortably in her lap,
Since she is my mother Parvati, who is compassionate like a cow. [35]
I worship her spine, circumambulating around, my mother Uma,
Which is the pillar called 'Mahameru', supporting the fourteen worlds.
I pray it to support and protect me, like a loving mother cow,
Since i fail to express, how much i need her, by actions or by words. [36]
As a token of sonly love, i pluck half of the remaining part, of my heart,
And emboss a phrase 'My beloved Mother', on that slice of my flesh.
i pin it as a pendant, on her bosom, hanging on her diamond necklace,
And pray her, to make me her newborn infant, and nurture me afresh. [37]
I lay prostrate in front of, my beloved mother Parvati,
Placing my palms on her feet, i beg pardon for my aberrations.
I pray her to take me in lap forever, with all her maternal love,
And feed me with the milk of her bosom, and award me liberation. [38]
Whosoever reads this hymn, with infant like heart, and child like Bhakti,
Would get the benefit of drinking, 'Milk of Spirituality', from Lakshmi,
Would get the benefit of drinking, 'Milk of Divine Wisdom', from Saraswati,
Would get the benefit of drinking, 'Milk of Liberation' from Bhavani. [39]
I know my three mother goddesses, who reside always in my heart,
Would accept this hymn with love, neglecting all the imperfections.
Since, these are simply the noises, uttered by this infant of theirs,
And infants know neither of meters, nor adjectives nor interjections. [40]
With my unstable, wicked, lustful and vacillating mind?
Why don't i stick it firmly, to the divine lotus feet of,
The three great goddesses, who're infinitely kind? [1]
Realizing this now, i would go and approach,
The three mother goddesses, worshiping them one by one.
To express them my love, and to remind them that,
I might be a fallen man, a sinner, but for sure I'm their son. [2]
Touching the right foot, of my mother Lakshmi,
Which resembles the petal, of a pink colored lotus.
I bind my love like an anklet, around her lotus foot,
And fix my devotion on to it, with a glue called 'Focus'. [3]
I worship the lower right hand, of my mother Kamala
Which scintillates brilliantly, due to the showering gold.
I pray to that lovely hand, to protect me from greediness,
Even if i lose my wealth, or when my riches become manifold. [4]
I worship the upper right hand, of my mother HariPriya,
Which spins the Sudarshana Discus, around the index finger.
I pray it, to cut the vicious circle, of my painful births and rebirths,
And liberate me to that abode, where i can permanently linger. [5]
I worship the pink and plum face, of my beautiful mother Madhavi,
which oozes motherly affection, through the unfading innocent smile.
I pray it to protect me from women, and all related infatuations,
Helping me in my spiritual progress, at every step and every mile. [6]
I worship the upper left hand, of my mother Vaishnavi,
Which holds a white conch gently, in its soft pink palm.
I pray it to resonate in my ears, the divine primordial sound,
And help fixing my wandering mind, to stay focused and calm. [7]
I worship the lower left hand, of my mother Bhargavi,
Which points towards her foot, showing the place of liberation.
I pray it to bestow me with, all the good qualities and virtues,
And help me stay firm in, my sonly love for her, with zero aberration. [8]
I touch the left foot, of my mother VishnuPriya,
Which is soft and slender, like a pink colored lotus petal.
I would firmly cling and hold, this lotus foot of this mother,
Which is the abode where finally, everyone would come and settle. [9]
I put my hands round the belly, hugging my beloved mother Vasudharini,
Which is the womb that carries us, fondly known as the 'Mother Earth'.
I pray it with full devotion, to consider me always her child,
Since this is my home where i reside, in my every birth and rebirth. [10]
I worship with full devotion, the two breasts of my mother Amrita,
Through which the universal mother, feeds milk for our nourishment.
I pray to my mother Lakshmi, to feed me her milk with motherly love,
And replenish my good qualities, which i lost in carnal enjoyments. [11]
I worship her spine, circumambulating around, my mother Sridevi,
Which gives support to us, and protection to the entire universe.
I pray it to support and protect me, like a caring mother cow,
Since i never learned Vedas, and my other sins are diverse. [12]
As a token of my devotion, i cut one fourth slice of my heart,
And emboss a phrase 'My beloved Mother,' on that slice of my heart.
i pin it as a pendant, near her heart, hanging on her golden necklace,
And take her promise of being my mother, who would never depart. [13]
I lay prostrate in front of, my beloved mother Lakshmi,
Placing my palms on her feet, i beg her pardon for all my sins.
I take leave of her to go to, my next mother goddess in line,
And hug her with a request, to be there always, through my think and thin. [14]
Touching the right foot, of my beloved mother Saraswati,
Which outsmarts the beauty of, a pure white conch or shell.
This is the foot which i would hold, firmly with devotion,
Since taking her refuge only, can protect me from the hell. [15]
I worship the lower right hand, of my mother Bharati,
Which is fair like a crystal, and plucks the Veena string.
I pray to the goddess of music, to teach me the right chords,
Which when plucked correctly, would make my wisdom upswing. [16]
I worship the upper right hand, of goddess of speech-Vagdevi,
Which holds a rosary of alphabets, connected together by a thread.
As having no end or beginning, runs that rosary of beads,
Likewise, let it fill me with infinite wisdom, from my toe to head. [17]
I worship that beautiful face, of my beloved mother HamsaVahana,
Which is ever cheerful, with a constant and unfading motherly smile.
I pray her to purge my vision, and make it sacrosanct,
And help me traverse the path of knowledge, at every step and every mile. [18]
I worship the upper left hand, of my lovely mother MahaVidya,
Which holds the word of the god;'Vedas', the Supreme Knowledge divine.
I pray to her, who is the Highest Reality, to hold firmly my wandering mind,
And pray her to be permanently seated, in the lotus heart of mine. [19]
I worship the lower left hand, of my sweetest mother Brahmi,
Which shines like a white lotus, holding the Veena tuning the notes.
I pray to that hand of my beloved mother, to give me enough knowledge,
To aptly tune my wisdom, while sailing on the spiritual boats. [20]
Washing with my tears, the left foot, of my dearest mother Vaani,
Praying to that purest of rivers, to gracefully put her foot on my head.
Her foot which is the source of wisdom, giving spiritual enlightenment,
Would burn all my illusions, changing me from sinner to sacred. [21]
With all my sonly love for her, i embrace the belly of mother, Vedamaata,
Which carries the sacred womb, where from she gave me birth.
I salute that mother mine, for initiating me under her grace,
Allowing me full access to, all the scriptures of priceless worth. [22]
With full devotion i worship, the two breasts of my mother Sharada,
From which milk of knowledge flows, as 'Music' and 'Literature'.
I pray her to feed her milk to this son, with true maternal love,
And replenish my lost worth, certifying with her signature. [23]
I worship her spine, circumambulating around, my mother Vageeshwari,
Which supports and protects the wisdom, of the entire spiritual kingdom.
I pray it to support and protect me, like a caring mother cow,
Since i never learned Vedas, and am also poor in wisdom. [24]
As a token of my love i slice, one third of the remaining piece of my core,
And emboss a phrase, 'My beloved Mother', on that slice of my heart.
I pin it as a pendant, near her heart, hanging on her favorite Veena,
And take her promise of being my mother, who would never depart. [25]
I lay prostrate in front of, my beloved mother Saraswati,
Placing my palms on her feet, begging pardon for all my sins.
I take leave of her to go to, my next mother goddess in line,
And hug her with a request, to be there always, through my think and thin. [26]
Touching the right foot, of my beloved mother Parvati,
Which blazes with a golden hue, resting on a lotus flower.
I take refuge of her, seeking protection from all the evils,
Since she is my only savior, I being devoid of spiritual power. [27]
I worship the lower right hand, of my lovely mother Lalita,
Which holds a bunch of five flowers, resembling passion and desire.
I pray it to protect me from, all kind of passions of flesh,
And give me the boon of celibacy, burning all my desires in fire. [28]
I worship the upper right hand, of my benevolent mother Ambika,
Which holds a golden goad, cutting all the threads of illusion.
I pray it to cut all my bonds, leaving the one between me and her,
Using which we exchange, love and devotion through diffusion. [29]
I worship the charming moonlike face, of my mother Tripurasundari,
Which stands as the incomparable beauty, in the fourteen worlds.
Such a one being my mother, purges my mind from thoughts of women,
And prevents my chastity; in my deeds, thoughts and words. [30]
I worship the upper left hand, of my compassionate mother, Bhavani,
Which is slender like a lotus stem, and holds a divine noose.
I pray it to pull me towards her, seating me in her lap, tied to her belly,
Since, I fear, I may fall in the pit of sins, if she lets me loose. [31]
I worship the lower left hand, of my beloved mother Gouri,
Which looks fair with golden hue, and holds a sugarcane bow.
I pray it to plough my heart, with the arrows of renunciation,
And sow the seeds of devotion, for the crops of love to grow. [32]
Touching the left foot, of my beloved mother Kamakshi,
Which radiates divine effulgence, resting comfortably on her thigh.
Let me wash with my sprinkling tears, this celestial foot of hers
Which is worshiped by Brahma and Vishnu, and it's not a lie. [33]
Like her child i climb her lap, and hug the belly of Jagadamba,
Which gave birth to the universes, from its sacred womb.
That would swallow them back inside, at the time of deluge,
And finally, would be my resting place, acting as my tomb. [34]
Like a hungry child i look at, the breasts of my mother Annapoorna,
Which are always damp, with the overflowing milk of maternal love.
I pray them to let me suckle forever, sleeping comfortably in her lap,
Since she is my mother Parvati, who is compassionate like a cow. [35]
I worship her spine, circumambulating around, my mother Uma,
Which is the pillar called 'Mahameru', supporting the fourteen worlds.
I pray it to support and protect me, like a loving mother cow,
Since i fail to express, how much i need her, by actions or by words. [36]
As a token of sonly love, i pluck half of the remaining part, of my heart,
And emboss a phrase 'My beloved Mother', on that slice of my flesh.
i pin it as a pendant, on her bosom, hanging on her diamond necklace,
And pray her, to make me her newborn infant, and nurture me afresh. [37]
I lay prostrate in front of, my beloved mother Parvati,
Placing my palms on her feet, i beg pardon for my aberrations.
I pray her to take me in lap forever, with all her maternal love,
And feed me with the milk of her bosom, and award me liberation. [38]
Whosoever reads this hymn, with infant like heart, and child like Bhakti,
Would get the benefit of drinking, 'Milk of Spirituality', from Lakshmi,
Would get the benefit of drinking, 'Milk of Divine Wisdom', from Saraswati,
Would get the benefit of drinking, 'Milk of Liberation' from Bhavani. [39]
I know my three mother goddesses, who reside always in my heart,
Would accept this hymn with love, neglecting all the imperfections.
Since, these are simply the noises, uttered by this infant of theirs,
And infants know neither of meters, nor adjectives nor interjections. [40]
~~~..:: Iti Santosh: kritam 'Trimata Aarati Pradakshina Stotram' Samaptam ::..~~~
Composed on: 3rd and 4th June 2010
Foot Notes
This Stotram/hymn ends with a Phala Stuti which has an internal meaning than what has been written over there. This stotram intends to derive Spirituality, Devotion, Good Qualities, and Satwa Guna from Goddess Lakshmi; Divine Wisdom, Stability and Control of Mind from Goddess Saraswati; and Liberation/Kaivalya from Goddess Parvati in the very same sequence.
It is based on a hidden truth that, when a person is filled with good qualities, he becomes eligible for gaining wisdom. When he becomes wise and understands the divinity perfectly through self-realization, she/he achieves liberation. This is the sequence of steps for getting Liberated from the cycle of births and deaths and the same has been expresed in Poetic words.
|| etat sarvaM srI trimAtArpaNamastu ||
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