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Parameshvar Stotram, Paramesvara Stotram, Parameshvar Stuti

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Parameśvarastotram

O Father, Who is universal Lord, Who controls thinking, Who is the Lord of metempsychosis, Who is Vibhu, Who is the supreme ruler, Who is beyond everything, Who is pure, and Who absolves the men! Please absolve me, who has fallen into Your feet, who is sinful, who has lost his wisdom and strength, and who is troubled.[1]

O You, Who absolves the men! Absolve me, who is troubled, who is without any qualities, poor and polluted at mind, who is away with respect to the protective and endowing glance of Your’s, and who is engrossed in the maintenance and fallible activities all the time.[2]

My fish-like life has fallen into a huge desert without water, and only You can save it by the glance of Your mercy-ocean like eyes. O You, Who absolves the men! Absolve me, who is troubled.[3]

O You, Who absolves [us from] metempsychosis, Who is the reason (for everything), Who is the expander of Karma, and Who is eternal bliss! I am lost in the ocean-like cycle of life and death. Having offered Your quick mercy, let me swim out of it. O You, Who absolves men! Absolve me, who is troubled life-cycle of existence.[4]

O You, Who absolves men! Having destroyed my interest in innumerable and sinful evils, which has filled my existence with a huge amount of sins, create my interest in virtuous deeds. Absolve me, who is troubled.[5]

O Śaṅkara, Who is the creator of the world, Who absolves the hells, Who liberates from metempsychosis, Who revives the fallen ones, Who absorbs (fear, pride, passion, etc.), Who possesses bliss in His hands, Who absolves the men! Absolve me, who is troubled, and who (only) chooses to do menial things.[6]

O You, Who is infallible, Who is blissful, Who is bountiful in boons! I am very thirsty for the ultimate potion (ambrosia), please shower it on me. O You, Who absolves the men! Absolve me, who is troubled, and who is getting destroyed by the captivity of ignorance.[7]

I continuously bow to You, Who expurgates the paraphernalia created in the mind by our birth in this world, Who is beyond the qualities, Who is infinite, Who is the way, and Who is the shelter. O You, Who absolves the men! Absolve me, who is troubled.[8]

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Book: Stotraratnāvalī

Translator: Animesh Kumar

Submitter: Animesh Kumar

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