Your head, tender like the sirisha flower, was severed and instantly it soared into the sky and disappeared there. In a fit of rage, Shiva picked up His trident and driven by delusion, hurled it on You. Not listening to Your behest, Shiva attempted to rush towards the house, which so vexed You that You, waxing furious, threw the gautlet down. "O sir ! Let take my mother's permission before I allow you to go inside wrangling with a mere stripling like me will be of no avail". In a voice sweet as honey, You replied : "Hearken, sir, I am Gauri's son don't you dare advance even a step beyond this point". Shiva asked :"Tell me, who is your father ?". When Shiva Himself came there, He wasn't recognized and was denied entrance into the house. As the story of Your life is so strange and mysterious, who can venture to describe Your magnificence which passes all telling ?Ī demon, disguised as Shiva, often came to delude Gauri in order to foil his design, Gauri, the beloved consort of Shiva, created a divine form from the scurf of Her body.Īsking Her son to keep watch, She stationed Him at the palace door, like a door-keeper. Sweet laddus among delicacies and fragrant blossoms among flowers are Your favorites.īlessed are You, O Karttikeya's brother and beloved son of Shiva and Gauri elegantly attired in a beautiful yellow silken dress and wearing a pair of wooden sandals all studded with gems on Your feet, You are the source of all the blessings of the world.īoth Prosperity and Accomplishment wave royal whisks (chowries) over You (as if they were chowrie-burdars), and Your vehicle, the mouse, adds to Your splendor at Your door. You deliver Your devotees from anxiety and wield a sacred axe and a beautiful trident in Your hands. On Your bosom is a garland of jewels, in Your eyes the beauty of the full-blown lotus and on Your head a crowd of gems. O Ganesh (Vakratunda), resplendent is the only tusk which You have on Your elephant face and well adorned is Your sacred trunk the crescent shaped triple mark on Your forehead is as beautiful as the Moon, and the celestials, men and ascetic who beheld Your loveliness cannot of it spell. Glory to You, O leader of Shiva's henchmen, bestower of happiness on all your votaries, teachor of all and operator of the intellect ! Glory to You, O son of Shambu and delight of Gauri You are the destroyer of all obstacles and deliverer of all from the cycle of birth and death. You are the extirpator of all pairs of contraries (such as joy and sorrow, birth and death, attraction and repulsion, etc.) and deliverer from them. Glory, glory, all glory to You, O Ganesha to You, the whole world pays homage, for You are the delight of Gauri and the charming son of Shiva.
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