{"collection":"tantra","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/tantra/htg/htg30.htm","path":"tantra/htg/htg30.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/tantra/htg/htg30.htm","text":"Hymns to the Goddess, by John Woodroffe (Arthur Avalon), [1913]\n1\nMAY the daughter of Kalinda\u00a02 ever cleanse my mind of its impurity,\n She whose waters, beauteous as the black body of the enemy\u00a03 of Mura,\u00a04\n Cleanse the overgrowth of plants\u00a05 and shrubs which line its pleasant banks.\n Indra's heaven compared with Thy waters is but a thing of straw.\n Destructress of the sorrow of the three worlds--\n Dhunotu me manomalam Kalindanandin\u012b sad\u0101.\u00a06\n2\nMay the daughter of Kalinda ever cleanse my mind of its impurity,\n She whose stream is highly adorned with over-flowing water\n Destructress of sin, dark as night, like unto nectar,\nGreatly powerful for the destruction of all great sins,\n Beneficent One who is black of colour,\n Through company with the body of the good son of Nanda\u00a01\n Dhunotu me manomalam Kalindanandin\u012b sad\u0101.\n3\nMay the daughter of Kalinda ever cleanse my mind of its impurity,\n The touch of whose shining waves washes away the sins of multitudes of beings.\n Devoted to Thee is the C\u0101taka bird,\u00a02 receptacle\n that Thou art of freshness and sweetness.\u00a03\n Giver of desire,\n On the borders of whose banks swans ever dwell,\n Dhunotu me manomalam Kalindanandin\u012b sad\u0101.\n4\nMay the daughter of Kalinda ever cleanse my mind of its impurity.\n The gentle breeze on Her banks dispels the lassitude\n Of those who have rambled and played\u00a04 thereon.\n The beauty of Her waters is beyond the power of words;\n It is, indeed, the consortment with Her current,\nWhich purifies all rivers, male and female,\u00a01 on the earth.\n Dhunotu me manomalam Kalindanandin\u012b sad\u0101,\n5\nMay the daughter of Kalinda ever cleanse my mind of its impurity,\n Destroyed by (the whiteness of) Her sandy banks laved by Her waters;\n She who is ever white,\u00a02\n Adorned with blossoms beauteous as the rays of the autumn moon.\u00a03\n May She then purify me by Her waters,\n Most excellent that they are for the worship of Bhava,\u00a04\n (By her white splendour),\u00a05 Destructress of the darkness of night\u00a06\n Dhunotu me manomalam Kalindanandin\u012b sad\u0101.\n6\nMay the daughter of Kalinda ever cleanse my mind of its impurity.\n The paste and unguents of the beauteous R\u0101dhik\u0101\u00a07\n Colours Her waters in which R\u0101dhik\u0101 plays.\nPossessor is She of the body of the husband\u00a01 of R\u0101dhik\u0101,\n Which by none other may be possessed.\n Skilled is She in making Her way through the seven sleeping oceans,\n And in filling them with waters\u00a02--\n Dhunotu me manomalam Kalindanandin\u012b sad\u0101.\n7\nMay the daughter of Kalinda ever cleanse my mind of its impurity!\n Her stream is beauteous with the women of the cowherds,\u00a03\n Made passionate\u00a04 by the scent of the paste and unguent,\n Dropped therein from off the body of Acyuta,\u00a05\n Garlanded is She with clusters of Champak flowers,\nSet in the flowing\u00a01 hair of R\u0101dhik\u0101.\n Of all such as come to bathe in Her waters\n Neither is one the servant nor the other master.\u00a02\n Dhunotu me manomalam Kalindanandin\u012b sad\u0101.\n8\nMay the daughter of Kalinda ever cleanse my mind of its impurity!\n Pleasant always is She with groves,\n Where Nandanandi\u00a03 ever played.\u00a04\n Bright is She with the ripened blossom\n Of the kadamba\u00a05 and mallika\u00a06 flowers upon Her banks.\n It is She who safely carries across the ocean of the world\u00a07\n All such men as bathe in Her stream.\n Dhunotu me manomalam Kalindanandin\u012b sad\u0101.\n190:1 The river sacred in particular for its memories of \u015ar\u012b K\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a, who on its banks sported with the cowherd women (Gop\u012bs).\n190:2 Yamun\u0101.\n190:3 \u015ar\u012b K\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a.\n190:4 A Daitya slain by \u015ar\u012b K\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a.\n190:5 Kunjapunja.\n190:6 The refrain is translated in the first line.\n191:1 The cowherd who brought up \u015ar\u012bk\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a, when his life was threatened by Kamsa.\n191:2 As to which see p. 184, note 7.\n191:3 Literally, \"who are slaves to Her by reason of their inhabitancy of Her banks\"\n191:4 After the r\u0101sal\u012bl\u0101 \u015ar\u012bk\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a and the Gop\u012bs are tired by their dance and play, and are refreshed by repose upon Her banks where gentle breezes blow.\n192:1 Rivers are either male (nada) or female (nad\u012b). Of the former class are the Sone, Sindu, etc., and of the latter Gang\u0101, Narmad\u0101, Gandak\u012b, etc.\n192:2 Her sandy banks are so.\n192:3 Of a soft and silvery white.\n192:4 For use in the ritual worship of \u015aiva.\n192:5 Malam (manomalam). Impurity is a thing which is dark. The river by the white splendour of its white banks and blossoms is therewith contrasted.\n192:6 For luminously white is She like the moon.\n192:7 The beloved of \u015ar\u012bk\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a.\n193:1 \u015ar\u012bk\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a; for He too bathes in her stream, which possesses also His dark colour.\n193:2 Alluding to the destruction of the Asuras, called K\u0101lakeya. These excluded the Devas from svarga. On their chiefs bring slain by Indra, they betook themselves to the depths of the ocean, whence they issued at night to destroy the \u1e5a\u1e63is. The latter asked the aid of Vi\u1e63\u1e47u, who told them to go to Agastya. He at one sip swallowed all the oceans, which thus disappeared (therefore \"sleeping oceans\" of text) until the River Ganges was brought down by Bhag\u012bratha when they were again filled with Her waters. This incident is attributed to the Yamun\u0101, both rivers being manifestations of the same Dev\u012b.\n193:3 Literally, Ali, which, according to the Amarako\u015ba = Sakhi; female friend, referring to the Gop\u012bs who loved Krishna.\n193:4 Lampata; Whose senses were roused by the scent of the pastes which had fallen from the scented body of K\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a.\n193:5 K\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a (\"imperishable one\").\n194:1 Vilola. Her hair is dishevelled and moving in the movements of breeze and play.\n194:2 Literally, \"In the case of those who come down to bathe in Her waters She ever destroys all righteousness of master and servant\"--that is, all are equal in Her waters which purify all without distinction.\n194:3 The text has Nandinandana, but this has no meaning. Nandanandi is He who pleases Nanda or K\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a, whose foster-father Nanda the cowherd was.\n194:4 With the Gop\u012b women.\n194:5 A beautiful flowering tree with yellow blooms under, and on which (as when he stole the garments of the bathing Gop\u012bs) K\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a played (See p. 169, note 2).\n194:6 A kind of Jasmine.","title":"Hymns to the Goddess: From \u015aankar\u0101c\u0101rya: Yamuna (Yamun\u0101\u1e63\u1e6dakam)","type":"page"}