Narayaneeyam: Dashakam 47

நாராயணீயம் · த³ஶக 47

The Sanskrit text in Tamil script. The Roman line and the meaning are the same as in the original.

Stotras · Sanskrit · Krishna · by Melpathur Narayana Bhattathiri

ஏகதா³ த³தி⁴விமாத²காரிணீம்ʼ மாதரம்ʼ ஸமுபஸேதி³வாந் ப⁴வாந்।
ஸ்தந்யலோலுபதயா நிவாரயந்நங்கமேத்ய பபிவாந்பயோதரௌ⁴॥
Ekada dadhivimathakarinim mataram samupasedivan bhavan, stanyalolupataya nivarayannankametya papivanpayodharau.
One day you came to your mother as she churned curd. Eager for milk, you stopped her churning, climbed into her lap and drank at her breast.
அர்த⁴பீதகுசகுட்³மலே த்வயி ஸ்நிக்³த⁴ஹாஸமதுரா⁴நநாம்பு³ஜே।
து³க்³த⁴மீஶ த³ஹநே பரிஸ்ருதம்ʼ தர்⁴துமாஶு ஜநநீ ஜகா³ம தே॥
Ardhapitakuchakudmale tvayi snigdhahasamadhurananambuje, dugdhamisha dahane parisrutam dhartumashu janani jagama te.
You had drunk only half, your lotus face sweet with a tender smile, when your mother hurried off, Lord, to save the milk boiling over on the fire.
ஸாமிபீதரஸப⁴ங்க³ஸங்க³தக்ரோத⁴பார⁴பரிபூ⁴தசேதஸா।
மந்த²த³ண்ட³முபக்ருʼ³ஹ்ய பாடிதம்ʼ ஹந்த தே³வ த³தி⁴பா⁴ஜநம்ʼ த்வயா॥
Samipitarasabhangasangatakrodhabharaparibhutachetasa, manthadandamupagrihya patitam hanta deva dadhibhajanam tvaya.
Your mind full of anger at having your drink cut short, you took the churning stick and smashed the pot of curd, Lord!
உச்சலத்³த்⁴வநிதமுச்சகைஸ்ததா³ ஸந்நிஶம்ய ஜநநீ ஸமாத்ரு³தா।
த்வத்³யஶோவிஸரவத்³த³தர்³ஶ ஸா ஸத்³ய ஏவ த³தி⁴ விஸ்த்ருʼதம்ʼ க்ஷிதௌ॥
Uchchaladdhvanitamuchchakaistada sannishamya janani samadruta, tvadyashovisaravaddadarsha sa sadya eva dadhi vistritam kshitau.
Hearing the loud crash, your mother came running and saw the curd spread across the floor, like your fame spreading far and wide.
வேத³மார்க³பரிமார்கி³தம்ʼ ருஷா த்வாமவீக்ஷ்ய பரிமார்க³யந்த்யஸௌ।
ஸந்த³தர்³ஶ ஸுக்ருʼதிந்யுலூகலே² தீ³யமாநநவநீதமோதவே॥
Vedamargaparimargitam rusha tvamavikshya parimargayantyasau, sandadarsha sukritinyulukhale diyamananavanitamotave.
Not finding you, whom even the Vedas seek, she searched in anger, and found you on the blessed mortar, feeding butter to a cat.
த்வாம்ʼ ப்ரக்ருʼ³ஹ்ய ப³த பீ⁴திபா⁴வநாபா⁴ஸுராநநஸரோஜமாஶு ஸா।
ரோஷரூஷிதமுகீ² ஸகீ²புரோ ப³ந்த⁴நாய ரஶநாமுபாத³தே³॥
Tvam pragrihya bata bhitibhavanabhasurananasarojamashu sa, rosharushitamukhi sakhipuro bandhanaya rashanamupadade.
She quickly seized you, your lotus face glowing with a show of fear, and, her own face flushed with anger, picked up a rope in front of her friends to tie you.
ப³ந்து⁴மிச்ச²தி யமேவ ஸஜ்ஜநஸ்தம்ʼ ப⁴வந்தமயி ப³ந்து⁴மிச்ச²தீ।
ஸா நியுஜ்ய ரஶநாகு³ணாந்ப³ஹூந் த்³வ்யங்குலோ³நமகில²ம்ʼ கிலைக்ஷத॥
Bandhumichchhati yameva sajjanastam bhavantamayi bandhumichchhati, sa niyujya rashanagunanbahun dvyangulonamakhilam kilaikshata.
Wanting to bind you, whom good people long to have as their own, she tied many ropes together, yet found the whole always two fingers short.
விஸ்மிதோத்ஸ்மிதஸகீ²ஜநேக்ஷிதாம்ʼ ஸ்விந்நஸந்நவபுஷம்ʼ நிரீக்ஷ்ய தாம்।
நித்யமுக்தவபுரப்யஹோ ஹரே ப³ந்த⁴மேவ க்ருʼபயாந்வமந்யதா²꞉॥
Vismitotsmitasakhijanekshitam svinnasannavapusham nirikshya tam, nityamuktavapurapyaho hare bandhameva kripayanvamanyathah.
Seeing her sweating and worn out, watched by her amazed and smiling friends, you, Hari, though forever free, mercifully let yourself be bound.
ஸ்தீ²யதாம்ʼ சிரமுலூகலே² கலே²த்யாக³தா ப⁴வநமேவ ஸா யதா³।
ப்ராகுலூ³கல²பிலா³ந்தரே ததா³ ஸர்பிரர்பிதமத³ந்நவாஸ்தி²தா²꞉॥
Sthiyatam chiramulukhale khaletyagata bhavanameva sa yada, pragulukhalabilantare tada sarpirarpitamadannavasthithah.
“Stay on that mortar a long time, you rascal!” she said and went inside; then you sat there eating the butter you had hidden in the mortar’s hollow.
யத்³யபாஶஸுக³மோ விபோ⁴ ப⁴வாந் ஸம்ʼயத꞉ கிமு ஸபாஶயாநயா।
ஏவமாதி³ தி³விஜைரபி⁴ஷ்டுதோ வாதநாத² பரிபாஹி மாம்ʼ க³தா³த்॥
Yadyapashasugamo vibho bhavan samyatah kimu sapashayanaya, evamadi divijairabhishtuto vatanatha paripahi mam gadat.
“Lord, if you are easily reached by those free of bonds, how were you bound by one holding a rope?” Praised thus by the gods, Lord of Guruvayur, protect me from illness.