Śrī Deva-ṛishi Nāraḍāshṭaka
Reverend Octet for Nāraḍa the Seër-Saint of the Gods
Namaskaram to Nārada, the muni most unique,
The genius seër-saint who playeth lute & khartals clapper;
The muni without mauna, for his specialty’s to speak,
With sneaky flattery & queries, he’s proud fools’ entrapper.
His Brahmin topknot’s wreathed with jasmine flowers angel-fragrant;
Upon his chest rest garlands & his pleasant twinging lute.
He flieth through the three worlds as a trickster sacred vagrant,
His honeyed words stick men & gods & demons in dispute.
Namaskaram to Nārada, the master of his senses,
Whose mystic power’s strong from epochs spent as brahmachāri;
The Gurudev to Druva & Prahlāda, outcast princes;
Hail, Nārada, devotee nearest, dearest to Śrī Hari!
He’s always clapping cymbals to his chant: ‘Nārāyaṇa!’
He quickly mastered lute when taught by Mother Śāradā;
He told Valmiki tale…
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