Shiva Manasa Puja

Shiva Manasa Puja by Adi Shankaracharya

Transliteration:

Rathnai Kalpitham asanam, Himajalai snanam cha divyambaram,

Naana rathna vibhooshitham mruga madha modhanvitham Chandanam,

Jathi champaka bilwa pathra rachitham, pushpam cha dupam Thada,

Deepam deva dayanithe pasupathe, hrud kalpyatham gruhyatham.

Souvarne nava rathna Ganda Rachithe, pathre Grutham Payasam,

Bakshyam pancha vidam Payo dadhiyutham, rambha phalam panakam,

Chaaka namayutham jalam ruchikaram, karpoora gandojwalam,

Thamboolam manasa maya virachitham Bhakthya prabho sweekuru

Chathram Chamarayoryugam vyajanagam, chaa darshakam nirmalam,

Veena bheri mrudanga kahala kala geetha chruthyam thada,

Sasthangam pranthi sthuthir bahu vidha, hyethat samastham maya,

Sankalpena samapitham thava vibho, poojam gruhana prabho.

Aathma thwam Girija Mathi sahacharaa, prana sharreram gruham,

Pooja theey vishayopa bhoga rachana, nidhra samadhi sthithi,

Sanchara padayo pradakshina vidhi, sthothrani sarva giraa,

Yadyath karma karomi thathad akhilam, shambho thavaradhanam.

Kara charana krutham vaak kayajam karmajam vaa,

Shravana nayanajam vaa maanasam vaa aparadham,

Vihithamavihitham vaa sarva methath Kshamaswa,

Jaya Jaya karunabdhe sri Mahadeva Shambho.

English Translation:

A diamond studded seat, cool water and divine robes,

adorned with many jewels, musk and sandalwood to anoint you.

Jasmine and Champaka flowers, bilva leaves and incense,

and flame. O compassionate one, Pashupati, please accept these that I have imagined.

In a golden bowl inlaid with jewels, sweet rice and ghee,

Five different types of foods made from water, milk, curd, fruits and vegetables,

My chanting of your name that is like the tasty drinking water, scented with camphor,

and betel leaf, created in my mind with devotion. Please accept them, Lord.

A canopy, a pair of yak’s tail whisks, a fan and a spotless mirror,

With music from veena and mrindangam, singing and dancing,

And prostrations, and many hymns I offer you

In my imagination. Lord please accept my offerings.

You are my Self. Parvati is my reason. Pranas your attendants, my body your home.

My senses are for your worship, my sleep is your Samadhi.

When I walk I circumambulate you, Everything I say is in your praise,

Whatever I do is your worship, O Lord.

(Sins) of my hands and feet, of the body, or of action,

of hearing, or of sight, or of the mind,

whether allowed or prohibited, please forgive them all.

Hail, Hail, O ocean of compassion, O Great Lord, Shambhu.

Vihithamavihitham