Panchashati is a devotional composition by Muka Kavi dedicated to Kamakshi. The
real name of the poet is not known. Legend has it that he was born dumb but
regained not only his voice by the grace of Goddess Kamakshi but also became
a poet of considerable merit. Mooka Panchashati
consists of five satakams, each Satakam containing 100 verses. The
Satakams are Arya Satakam,
Padaravinda Satakam, Stuti Satakam, Kataksha Satakam and Mandasmita Satakam.
Kamakshi is the presiding deity of Kancheepuram. Her consort is Ekamreshwara, an aspect of
Lord Shiva. Kanchi is the Central
Peetham established by Aadi Shankaracharya who installed and consecrated the idol of Kamakshi and established the system
of worship there. The other Peethams are
at Badrinath in the North, Dwarka in theWest,
Puri in the East and Sringeri (Sringa giri) in the South.
translation into English of a hymn of this nature is a delicate task and
readers may kindly pardon the shortcomings, though every attempt has been made
to make the translation as close as possible to the intended or perceived
being clothes of yellow-red which negate mamata (the sense of mine). It shines revelling in the proximity of the ears
( also Vedas) [Sruti means both ear and the Vedas]
gemstone is only a stone. The lily fades
during the day time. The dark colour of
the cloud is not inherent but for external reasons. Therefore O Kamakshi! there is nothing with
which your sidelong glances can be compared.
Kamakshi! your glance is shiny dark, it manifests sringara
shy and it smiles by the radiance of the pearls worn at the tip of the
nose. It is but proper that it kisses
the face of Lord Shiva who is digambara, having the quarters as the
blue lily or the honey-bee? Kataksha puts down the moon (which makes the
blue lily blossom) as it is cooler than the moon. Therefore the blue lily is no
comparison. Kataksha scores over the lotus in beauty. But the honey bee drinks
the honey from lotus on which it is dependent. Therefore honey-bee is also no comparison.
bears the stamp of the coral-like radiance of your lips, it is pretty with the
waves of eye-brows in the effulgence of the face which is like the ocean. It (kataksha
)looks like the path of dark clouds surcharged with water and looming large in
glances, get mixed with bright white
colour from your smiles and red colour from the rays of your ear-globes. The result is that the string of your glances
shines like a garland made of jasmine flowers, tender leaf buds and blue
your sidelong glances, in contact with
the waters of the cool stream of kindness become greenish and resembles a
bundle of durva grass which is dear to
Lord shiva, the destroyer of the triple cities.
bloom and steal the joy of the lily of darkness (ignorance) and destroy the
dullness accompanying evil.
the eyes of Shiva, who adorns his locks
with the crescent moon. It is a wonder that the steady eyes of saints turned
inward are led to enlightenment by the same kataksha
glances with all its pride wiped out. It
seems it has made a return in the guise of adornment of your ears as if
creates in him bondage of love. But
quite the opposite happens in the case of
munis (sanyasis, those who have renounced the world).
The very same glances cut their
attachments; it is wonder of wonders.
prostrate before you just once make them praised by the whole world. It makes
them radiant and sharp-witted in assembly. Their speech becomes sweet as
honey and they are blessed with abundance
the lotus? Does not the Yamuna bear the waves? But the beauty of your eyes does
not seem to have a definite abode.
that Your kataksha, very cool and continuous, disturbs the mind of Lord
Shiva though He treats the fire of the terrible poison with contempt and sports
the crescent moon on his locks.
poisonous tree of my samasara has
grown and become tall by my greed and delusion (or attachment). O Daughter of
Himavan! May the axe of your kataksha cut down this tree with its sharp
may approach a guru for the treatment of
the terrible disease of samsara and by the grace of the guru, who is the physician, his disease may be cured. But only very few
will ever receive the greatest medicine, your kataksha, by the magnitude
of punya (merit) earned by their
Kamakshi! Saints, relying on the grace of the guru and after cutting asunder all bonds by
observing different austerities obtain the grace of your kataksha and live
happily in the world with a mind which takes all dualities with equanimity.
Kamakshi! Your glances are accompanied by smile, shyness, love and other sentiments. It is successful in establishing the empire
of Cupid so far as His enemy Shiva is concerned.
Kamakshi! The valiant soldier of your kataksha, by arching the bow of eye-brows, has
gained control over Lord Shiva, who sports the crescent moon on his matted
locks, and has annexed half the kingdom
of one half of His body.
erotic love proceeds and it fulfils the wishes of devotees. Though it encompasses
attachment how is it that it manifests only detachment in the saints
their dark colour, always quarrel with your dark glances. It is a wonder that seeing those very same
glances Nilakantha (Shiva) excitedly
dances in joy. (Nilakantha, the peacock,
also starts dancing with joy seeing the black clouds).
on the arrival of clouds of infatuation of Lord Shiva brought about by Kama
(Cupid), swallow the snakes of my bad
Kamakshi! the fall of your glances which are beautiful as the lotus on the
enemy of Kama produces love in the eyes of Shiva making them blossom or because
of shyness make them close.
dumb person, he becomes Brahma (consort of Goddess of speech). When it falls on
an ugly person, he becomes Kama (consort of Rati). When it falls on a extremly poor person he
becomes Indra, the King of devas
Kamakshi! your dark blue tresses resemble honey bees. Your beautiful nose with the radiance of the
pearl on it looks like the tender stem of the lotus. The compassion in your kataksha is the flower-honey. Surely, O mother! your eyes verily are lotus