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Sharda Stuti from Stotra Ratnakarah


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I always take myself to Sarasvatī, Who has four elemental faces, Who roams in the immediate proximity of Mount Śṛṅgāṭaka, Who is situated in the talks of eminent ones.[1] Salutations for that thread of Vāktattva (speech element), which is infinitesimal, and which is pure — of whose disposition is variegated, and which bestows shape to the cloth of world.[2]

I worship that abode of Sarasvatī, which is divine, and which is unchangeable. By its grace, the (dark) lustre of attachment and darkness is being perceived.[3] That Who separates knowledgeable from non-knowledgeable exactly by voice — may Sarasvatī , Who is like a touchstone, protect us by Her golden mind.[4]

May Śāradā — Who has a face like winter lotus, and Who bestows everything — always cause treasure of virtue in the proximity in my lotus-like mouth.[5]


Book: Bṛhatstotraratnākaraḥ

Translator: Animesh Kumar

Submitter: Animesh Kumar


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