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Sri Subramanya Bhujanga Stotram

Sada Balaroopapi Vighnadhi Hanthri
Mahadanthi Vaktrapi Panchasyamanya
Vidheendhradhi Mrigya Ganeshabhidhame
Vidhattham Shriyam Kapi Kalyanamurthi
Na Janami Shabdam Na Janami Charttham
Na Janami Padhyam Na Janami Gadhyam
Chideka Shadasya Hridhi Dhyothathe Me
Mukhanis Saranthe Giraschapi Chitram
Mayuradhiroodam Mahavakyagudam
Manoharideham Mahachittageham
Mahidevadevam Mahavedabhavam
Mahadevabalam Bhaje Lokapalam
Yadha Sannidhanam Gatha Manava Me
Bhavam Bodhiparam Gathasthe Thadhaiva
Ithi Vyanjayan Sindhutheere Ya Aaste
Thameede Pavitram Parashaktiputram
Yathabdhes Tharanga Layam Yanthi Thunga
Thatthaiva Padha Sannidhou Sevyamane
Itheevormi Panktheer Nrinam Darshayantham
Sada Bhavaye Hrithsaroje Guham Tham
Girou Mannivase Nara Yedhi Ruda
Thadha Parvathe Rajathe Thedhiruda
Itheeva Bruvan Gandha Shailadhirudah
Sadevo Mudhe Me Sada Shanmukhostu
Mahambodhitheere Mahapapachore
Muneendranukoole Sugandhakhya Shaile
Guhayam Vasantham Svabhasa Lasantham
Janarthim Harantham Shrayamo Guham Tham
Lasat Swarna Gehai Nrinam Kamadohe
Sumasthoma Sanchanna Manikya Manche
Samudyath Sahasrarka Thulyaprakasham
Sada Bhavaye Kartikeyam Suresham
Ranat Hamsake Manjuleth Yanthashone
Manohari Lavanya Peeyusha Poorne
Manash Shatpadho Me Bhava Klesha Taptha
Sada Modatham Skanda Te Pada Padme
Suvarnabha Divyam Barodh Bhasa Manam
Kvanath Kinkini Mekhala Shobha Manam
Lasad Dhemapattena Vidhyotha Manam
Katim Bhavaye Skanda Te Deepya Manam
Pulindesha Kanya Ghana Bhoga Thunga
Sthana Lingana Saktha Kashmeera Ragam
Namasyamyaham Tarakare Tavorah
Svabhakta Vane Sarvada Sanuragam
Vidhou Kluptha Dhandan Svaleela Dhri Thandan
Nirasthebha Shundan Dvishath Kaladhandan
Hathendhrari Shandan Jagatrana Shoundan
Sada Te Prachandan Shraye Bahu Dhandan
Sada Sharada Shan Mrugangka Yadhisyu
Samudyantha Eva Stthithash Cheth Samanthath
Sadapoorna Bimba Kalankaishcha Heena
Tada Tvan Mukhanam Bruve Skanda Samyam
Sphuran Mandahasai Sahamsani Chanchath
Kataksha Valeebhringa Sanghojvalani
Sudhasyandhi Bimba Dharani Shasoono
Tava Lokaye Shanmukham Bhoruhani
Vishaleshu Karnantha Dheergesh Vajasram
Dayas Yandhishu Dvadha Shas Veekshaneshu
Mayeeshath Katakshas Sakruth Pathi
Tashcheth Bhavethe Dayasheela Ka Nama Hani
Suthangodhbhavo Mesi Jeevethi Shad Dha
Japanmantra Meesho Mudha Jigrathe Yan
Jagad Bhara Bhridbhyo Jagannatha Thebhya
Kireeto Jvalebhyo Namo Mastakebhya
Sphuradh Ratna Keyoora Harabhi Rama
Chalath Kundala Shri Lasadh Kandabhaga
Katou Peethavasa Kare Charushakti
Purasthan Ma Mastham Purares Thanooja
Ihayahi Vatsethi Hasthan Prasarya Aah Vayath
Yadha Rach Shankare Mathu Rankath
Samuthpathya Thatham Shrayantham Kumaram
Harashlishta Gathram Bhaje Balamoorthim
Kumaresha Soono Guhaskanda Sena Pathe
Shaktipane Mayuradhiruda
Pulindhathmaja Kantha Bhaktharthi Harin
Prabho Tarakare Sada Raksha Mam Tvam
Prashan Thendriye Nashta Samngnye Vicheshte
Kaphod Karivaktre Bhayoth Kampi Gathre
Prayanon Mukhe Mayyanathe Thadhaneem
Drutham Me Dhayalo Bhavagre Guham Tham
Krithan Thasya Dhooteshu Chandeshu Kopath
Daha Chindhi Bhindheethi Mam Tharja Yatsu
Mayuram Samaruhya Mabhairi Thitvam
Purash Shakti Panir Mamayahi Sheegram
Pranam Yasa Kruth Pada Yosthe Pathitva
Prasadya Prabho Prarthaye Anekavaram
Na Vaktum Kshamoham Thadhaneem Krupapdhe
Na Karyanthakale Mana Gapyu Peksha
Sahasranda Bhoktha Tvaya Shooranama
Hathas Tarakas Simhavaktrascha Dhaitya
Mamanthar Hridhistham Manaklesha Mekam
Na Hamsi Prabho Kim Karomi Kva Yami
Aham Sarvada Dukkha Bhara Vasanno
Bhavan Deenabandhus Tva Dhanyam Na Yache
Bhavadh Bhaktirodham Sada Kluptha Badham
Mamadhim Drutham Nasha Yo Masuta Tvam
Apasmara Kushta Kshayarsha Prameha
Jvaronmadha Gulmadhi Roga Mahantha
Pishachashcha Sarve Bhavatpatra Bhoothim
Vilokya Kshanath Tarakare Dravanthe
Drishi Skandamoorthih Shrutou Skandakeerthih
Mukhe Me Pavitram Sada Tach Charitram
Kare Tasya Krityam Vapus Tasya Bhrutyam
Guhe Santu Leena Mama Shesha Bhava
Muneena Muthaho Nrinam Bhakti Bhajam
Abheeshta Pradha Santhi Sarvatra Deva
Nrina Manthya Janam Api Svartha Dhane
Guha Devam Anyam Najane Najane
Kalathram Sutha Bandhuvarga Pashurva
Naro Vatha Naree Gruhe Ye Madheeya
Yajantho Namanthah Stuvantho Bhavantham
Smaran Thascha Te Santu Sarve Kumara
Mriga Pakshino Dhamshaka Ye Cha Dushtas
Tatha Vyadhayo Bhadha Ka Ye Madhange
Bhavacchakti Teekshnagra Bhinnas Sudhoore
Vinashyantu Te Choornitha Krouncha Shaile
Janithri Pitha Cha Svaputra Paradham
Sahethe Na Kim Devasenadhi Natha
Aham Chathibalo Bhavan Loka Thatha
Kshamasvaparadham Samastham Mahesha
Namah Kekine Shaktaye Chapi Tubhyam
Namah Chhaga Tubhyam Namah Kukkutaya
Namah Sindhave Sindhu Deshaya Tubhyam
Punah Skanda Moorthe Namaste Namostu
Jaya Nanda Bhooman Jaya Para Dhaman
Jaya Mogha Keerthe Jaya Nanthamoorthe
Jaya Nanda Sindho Jaya Shesha Bandho
Jaya Tvam Sada Mukti Dhanesha Soono
Bhujangakhya Vritthena Kluptham Sthavam Yah
Pateth Bhakti Yuktho Guham Sam Pranamya
Suputran Kalathram Dhanam Dheergamayuh
Labheth Skanda Sayujya Manthe Narrassah
By
Adi Shankara

Sri Subramanya Bhujanga Stotram

Always in the form of a child, the destroyer of obstacles
With a large tusk, five-faced, different from others
To Indra and others, the name Ganesha is sought after
The giver of wealth and marriage, the beautiful form
I don't know the word, I don't know the meaning
I don't know the verse, I don't know the chapter
Only six syllables shine in my heart
At the end of the face, the mountain is also a picture
The great mantra, the sound of the peacock
The beautiful body, the home of the great mind
The great God of Gods, the origin of the great Vedas
I worship the power of Mahadeva, the protector of the world
As in his presence, the human in me has gone
The mind has attained supreme enlightenment
Thus proclaiming, he who dwells on the banks of the Sindhu
I praise the pure son of Parashakti
Like the waves of the ocean rise and fall
In the same way, worship at his feet
Thus showing rows of lotuses
I always meditate on that secret in my heart
O man, if you cry on the mountain
Then Parvati will come before you
Thus spoke the lord of the fragrant mountain
Oh foolish one, let Shanmukha always be with me
On the shores of the great enlightenment, in the great ocean of sins
Favorable to the great sages, on the mountain named Sugandha
Residing in the cave, shining in his own form
Removing the miseries of the people, we take refuge in that cave
Shining in a golden house, the God of love of men
With all praises, moving on a jeweled throne
Emitting a light equal to a thousand suns
I always meditate on Kartikeya, the God
On a swan, with a sweet voice
Filled with the nectar of captivating beauty
My mind, like a bee, tormented by the pain of existence
Always rejoices in your lotus feet, O Skanda
A divine golden body, a strong and eloquent mind
An adorned mind with a belt of gold and gems
A shining mind, with a golden garment
How can I meditate on your deep mind, O Skanda?
With the daughter of the Pulinda king, in great enjoyment
With a strong sign, in the pleasure of Kashmir
I bow to you, O Taraka, the enemy of both
Always passionate towards your devotees
The punishment given by Brahma, playfully holding the punishment
Having destroyed the demon Surapadman, the punisher of enemies
The punisher of Indra's enemies, the protector of the world
I always take refuge in you, the wielder of many weapons
Let the six-faced drums always sound
From the beginning to the end of the universe
With full moons and without blemishes
Then I speak of your face, O Skanda
With a sparkling smile, with a consort
With sidelong glances that ignite passion
With lips that drip nectar, the moon of the earth
I long to see your six faces, O Shanmukha
From your broad ears to your long, sharp weapon
With twelve eyes full of compassion
Just once, cast your compassionate glance on me
If that happens, what is the meaning of being compassionate?
With a pure heart, I lived for six days
The silent mantra, the ignorant lord, awakened
To the burdens of the world, to the lords of the world
To the flames of the crowns, salutations to the heads
Shining ruby earrings, adorning the neck
Moving golden earrings, adorning the shoulders
With a yellow garment, with beautiful power in hand
The son of the destroyer of the city, my forehead
Come here, child, stretching out his hand, he said
As if created by Shankara, the mother said
I worship the child who came to them for refuge
With a body embraced by Hara, I worship the child form
The son of Kumara, the peacock of the Guha cave army
The son of Shakti, the sound of the peacock
The devotee Hari, the son of Pulinda
O Lord Taraka, always protect me
When the five senses are lost, the mind is disturbed
With a trembling body, with fear in the mouth
At the time of death, O compassionate one, save me
Quickly bring me to your cave
Angry at his messengers, in those meters
Burn, break, tear, so they threaten me
Mounting the peacock, dispelling my fear
The power of the city, quickly come to me
Saluting at your lotus feet
O Lord, I pray again and again
I am unable to speak, O merciful one
At the time of death, the mind does not desire anything else
You are the enjoyer of thousands, brave one
The demon with the face of a lion, Taraka in hand
Within my heart, there is only one mental affliction
I don't understand, O Lord, what should I do, where should I go?
I am always burdened with sorrow
You are the friend of the poor, I don't ask for anything else
My only refuge is in your devotion
Quickly destroy my illness, O merciful one
The curse of forgetfulness, injury, consumption
Fever, madness, epilepsy, great diseases
All ghosts and goblins become your subjects
Seeing you for a moment, O Taraka, they flee
To the eye, the form of Skanda, to the ear, the glory of Skanda
In my mouth, his pure story
His actions in my hands, my breath his servant
Let my remaining senses be absorbed in the cave
The joy of the sages, the worship of men
The giver of desires, the God everywhere
Men, the mantra-knowing people, wealth, and possessions
They don't know any other God of the cave
Wife, children, relatives, animals
Men or women in my house
Those who worship, bow, and praise you
Let them all remember you, O Kumara
Deer, birds, insects, and all evil ones
And diseases and obstacles in my limbs
By your sharp power, they are broken and driven far away
Let them perish, scattered on the peaks of the mountains
Mother, father, and even one's own son's transgressions
In association, there is nothing that the son of Shiva cannot do
I, your servant, in this world
Forgive all my transgressions, O Maheshwara
Salutations to Kekini, to Shakti, and to you
Salutations to the goat, salutations to the rooster
Salutations to the Sindhu, salutations to the land of Sindhu
Again, salutations to Skanda, salutations, salutations
Victory to the joyful land, victory to the supreme abode
Victory to the glory of the great delusion, victory to the infinite form
Victory to the joyful Sindhu, victory to the remaining bonds
Victory to you, always the giver of liberation
He who stays in the place prescribed by this Bhujanga hymn
Falling at the feet of Guha with devotion
Attains good children, wife, wealth, and long life
He attains union with Skanda, the mantra of men
By
Adi Shankara