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
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.
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.
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 meaning.
Kamakshi who devours the dense
darkness (of ignorance), who is the adornment of Kanchi, who sports the
crescent moon on her head, who is dark
as the newly formed cloud and who is the wonderful fruit of the tapas of
adornment of the banks of Kampa river, whose face is beautiful as the lotus in
full blossom, whose pretty gait puts to shame the swan which Brahma rides and
whose speech is so sweet that it makes nectar, the food of devas, unhappy.
world, filling my stomach with the tainted money from the hands of people of
bad character and conduct. Please direct a slight wave of your glance on me who
is prostrating before you who are the repository of kindness, devoid of laziness and the lamp of gems of Kanchi.
happy, who is the diamond in the mind-casket of sages, who is the theatre of
art for kindness-actress, who is the adornment of Kanchi and who is the
foremost medicine for the illness of great delusion for people of this world,
reveal Herself before me.
sages, who is the source of
speech(words) which flows pure and sweet as Ganga, who is the very foundation of the valleys of
Himavan, who is eternal and the Supreme Self, who likes to play in Kanchi and
who is the beautiful play field for the eyes of Maheshwara.
complexion, who is like the waves of
nectar for the eyes of Shiva, who is beyond the ocean
called samsara and who is the ripe fruit of the good deeds of the
people of Kanchi.
daughter of Himavan! When the day starts
with prostrations before you for those poets of good character, the Sun of good
poetry blossoms (as the lotus when the sun rises). It puts to sleep the the poesy-lily of those
egotist poets in the opposite camp.
in her devotees, who strolls on the banks of Kampa river, who destroys all
sins, who sports the crescent moon on her tresses, who fulfils the desires of
devas and who is the Highest Divinity carrying five weapons, reveal herself before my eyes making them
refuge, shaking off laziness, in the consort of Lord Shiva, who sports the crescent moon on her tresses,
who has banished dullness from the world and who abides on the banks of Kampa
Kanchi, creates fine fragance in clouds (represented by her tresses). She
splits the golden mountain into two parts (represented by her breasts). She
creates red rediance in the moon (represented by her toe nails) and the beauty
of the conch (represented by her neck) where there is no water.
the left thigh of Lord Shiva. You have
also lived in Kanchi where lived many poets.
You also lived in the natural surroundings of the valleys of Himavan.
Why can’t you, O the greatest of the goddesses!
find a match for one of the above places in my heart where you can
of Kanchi, whose gait is like that of
the elephant, whose body radiates the
brilliance of the green gemstone, who is
bent by the weight of her breasts, who
is the fruit of the punya earned by Maheshwara, make my eyes fulfilled by revealing Herself
cities, partner in the fame of
Cupid, the source for the nectarine
fountain of words from poets, the sweet and delicate adornment of the banks of
Kampa river and the enthraller of the hearts
of the wise.
worship Kamakshi who is the end of all
desires, who playfully dispels the darkness of ignorance, who has eyes like the blue lotus, who has a fiery third-eye on the
forehead, who carries the trident in her
hand, who has stolen the heart of the enemy of Cupid, who is above all, who playfully showers mercy
on Cupid, who has beautiful locks and has a third eye on her forehead
for the the fine arts,
who is the moonlight of sharat season for the forest of lilies
which are the words of poets, who sports
the crescent moon on her head, who is friendly with the banks of Kampa river,
reveal Herself before my eyes.
weight of her ample bosom, who sports the crescent moon overflowing with nectar
and very cool on her head, who always
abides in the vicinity of the river Kampa,
whose actions spread her fame and who is the wonderful fruit of the good
deeds done by the Lord of all beings (Pasupati).
gem-studded house which is the lap of Lord Shiva, who radiates the dark green
of the marakata gem, the moonlight from whose toe nails kisses the heads
of the hordes of celestials bowing down at her feet and who abides in Kanchi,
drive away the darkness of my ignorance.
Kamakshi who has no beginning or end, who delights the hearts of the good, who excels the clouds by her dark radiance,
who softens the heart of Shiva while she Herself remains firm.
who mocks the blue lily by her dark blue radiance, who is bent by the weight of her breasts and
who is the fruit of the punya done by the eyes of Shiva,
weak-hearted, who removes the sufferings
of those who prostrate before her, who is the crest-jewel of the Upanishads,
who is above all, who sports in Kanchi, who is the daughter of Himavan, who is the presiding deity for speech and who
has put herself in the control of Shiva.
protect us, who is the source of all beautiful poetry, the result of the good
deeds done by Himavan, the creator and sustainer
of everything, the victory banner of
Cupid, friend of the river Kampa and
mocking the twin lotuses by her feet.
of the tapinjha blossom, is weighed down by heavy breasts, sports the crescent moon on her tresses, is subservient
to Shiva and her feet kiss the crowns of different groups of celestials. The poet yearns to take on an
identical form and play with her on the banks of Kampa amongst the poor not-so-fortunate
and my speech be firmly established in you. Let waves of magnificent speech dance within my
mouth. O Mother of Knowledge! Let our
dullness pass on to our enemies. O Mother Kamakshi! let your mercy be showered
on me freely.
honey-bee, be directed for a moment
towards me so that I am freed from all suffering. Let waves of eloquent words matching the
waves in the celestial Ganga dance in my mouth always.
river! May the radiance from your glance spread before me reducing my illness
and its pain. Please accept this request of mine and remove the darkness of my
ignorance and lead me to the world of the wise.