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Oh! I don’t know the mantra, the yantra, or the eulogies. I don’t even know how to invoke You, how to meditate on You, and even the speech behind Your eulogies. I don’t know Your mudrā, and I don’t know how to wail. [But] O Mother! I know that following You absolves the biggest distresses.
O Mother! The offerings -- which were due to the lack of methodical knowledge, which were by the lack of resources, which were by indolence, and which were due to the lack of devotion -- were fallen [by me] on Your dual-feet. Forgive all those mistakes. O Śivā, Who absolves everyone! Because a son can become bad or ignorant about his duties as an offspring, but the Mother always remains virtuous.
O Mother! There are many sons of Yours on this earth and they are gentle. Amidst them, I am Your son, who is extremely libidinous. I have the feelings of possession, and I have no compassion within me. But I am Yours, O Śivā! A son can become bad or ignorant about his duties as an offspring, but the Mother always remains virtuous.
O Mother! O Mother of the world! Your feet has not been engaged upon [by me] and, even more so, Your feet has not been submitted with offerings by me. Even then, You shower immaculate benevolence on me. Because a son can become bad or ignorant about his duties as an offspring, but the Mother always remains virtuous.
At an age of more than eighty-five years, by me, who lacks the prowess to perform various rituals, other demi-gods have been left along. O Mother of Lambodara (Pārvatī)! Now, in this situation, if Your benevolence does not happens on me, then, I, the unsupported one, will take whose refuge?
O Aparṇā! A dog-eater (Cāṇḍāla) becomes a talkative person with honey-like sweet words coming out from the tongue; and a poor man roams fearlessly for long time in golden riches, when the chants of Your name fall [seat] inside the ear of anyone. O Mother! Then, in that case, who can know the achievements due to continuous chants of Your name based on the appropriate procedure?
Kapālī, Who is smeared with ashes from the burnt corpse, Who has the directions as clothes, Who has thick matted hair, Who has a snake-king garland in neck, Who is known as Paśupati, and Who is the ruler of ghosts, attains the position of poison-destroyer and Lord of the world. O Bhavani! This is just a result of addition of You as His consort.
I don’t have the desire to attain Mokṣa; I don’ have the desire to attain luxuries and resplendence in the world. O Goddess, Who has moon-like face! I don’t have knowledge expectations, and I don’t even desire for luxuries and comfort. O Mother! Thus, I beg You, that whenever I am born, give me the memory of these names to me -- Mṛḍānī, Rudrāṇī, Śivā, Bhavānī.
O Śyāmā! You are not revered by me, using accurate methods or procedures. I didn’t do anything beyond the approximate thinking and speech. O Mother! But even then, if You keep the destitute and orphan me in benevolence, then it suits You; since You indeed are beyond everything.
O Durgā, Who is the abode of ocean of mercy! When I remember You in troublesome situations, don’t think it is stupidity. It is because when a child is unhappy, the child only remembers the Mother.
O Mother of the world! You are full of benevolence for me; [but] what is the surprise in this? [Because] Even when a son is full of faults, the Mother does not ignores or disowns the child.
O Mahādevī! There is no fallen one like me, and there is indeed no absolver of sins like You. Knowing this, do what You think is appropriate.
Book: Durgā Saptaśatī
Translator: Animesh Kumar
Submitter: Animesh Kumar
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