Mookha Kavi, a poet who was known to many of us as dumb. We have no evidence about his family,
parents, birth, education domestic life and career. It is believed that a deaf-mute abiding at
the enclosure of Sri Kaamaakshi Ambaal temple used to worship the deity and be
very deeply devoted to Ambal.
Consequently he used to immerse himself in the Advaita Concept, supreme
Bliss, and Consciousness and with such total absorption of his mind he was
shut-off from the external world.
There is a prevalent opinion that Fourth Sankara-Aachaarya
Svaamigal who succeeded Vijnaanendra Sarasvathi, the Second Sankara-Aachaarya
Svaamigal of Kaamakoti Peeta, was none other than Mookha Kavi. He ascended the throne in 399 AD and attained
Mukthi in 437 AD. He attained such
lasting heights of glory and fame through the pervasive influence of his poesy
describing the Divine Mother Sri Kaamaakshi Ambaal in such a manner that he
soon got widely acknowledged and his work was accepted with the title “Mookha
Panchasathee”.
Mookha Panchasathee occupies a very high niche in the
Sanskrit Literature. Both because of the intense devotion and fervour of the
verses and the rare literary excellence, sublime heights of glorious ideas,
beautiful style and melodious diction.
It consists of five chapters which contain one hundred and odd poems in
each chapters, named Aarya Satakam, Paadhaaravindha Sathakam, Sthuthi Sathakam,
Kataaksha Sathakam and Mandhasmitha Sathakam.
The poetic soul which had been revelling in the enthralling
experience of love continued to dwell on the same sentiment and produced a
pearl of lyrical poetry. Just we can
enjoy the aesthetic pleasures through five poems.
Kaarana para chidhroopa kaancheepura seemni
kaamapeetagathaa l
Kaachana viharathi karunaa
Kaasmeerasthabaka-komalaanga-lathaa ll1.I ll
She who is the divine cause of creation, who sits in the
Kama Peeta in Kanchi,
Makes her divine presence like the Saffron which is a tender pretty climber
Mahaamanthram kinchinmanikataka-naadhair mrudhu japan
Kshipandhikshu svaccham nakharuchimayam bhaasman-rajaha l
Nathaanaam kaamaakshi prakruthi paturacchatya mamathaa
Pisaacheem paadho(a)yam prakatayathi the maanthrika dhrusaam
ll 36.II ll
Oh Sri Kaamaakshi, your feet by nature shrewd seem to be a
wizard driving a way the evil goblin of ego in the devotees. The sound produced by gem anklets seems to be
the chanting of Manthras. The spreading
lustre of the white hue of the toe-nails on all quarters seems to be the throwing
of the sacred ashes (Vibhoothi).
Paraa vidhyaa hrudhyaasrithamadhana vidhyaa marakatha
Prabhaa neelaa leelaaparavasitha soolaayudhamanaaha l
Thamaf pooram dhooram charananatha pourandharapuree
Mrugaakshee kaamaakshee kamalatharalaakshee nayathu me ll
56.III ll
May Sri Kaamaakshee who is the incarnation of the highest
knowledge, who is the patron of the science of cupid, who is dark emerald in
hue, who has utterly subjugated the mind of Sri Paramesvara, who has the
celestial women of Indraloka ever doing obeisance to Her and who is graceful
and lotus-eyed, drive away the heaps my sins.
Eshaa
thavaakshisushamaa vishamaayudhasya naarachavarshalaharee nagaraajakanye l
Sanke karothi
sathadhaa hrudhi dhairyamudhraam sree kaamakoti yadhasou sisiraamsumouleh ll
93.IV ll
Oh Daughter of ParvataRaja(Himavaan), Oh Sri Kaamaakshi, I
think the lustre of your glance belongs to the traditional weapons of Cupid
because it smashes Sri Paramesvara’s courage to smithereens.
Aaryaameva vibhaavayan manasi yaf paadhaaravindham puraha
Pasyannaarabhathe sthuthim sa niyatham labdhvaa
katakshacchavim l
Kaamaakshyaa mrudhulasmithaamsu laharee
jyothsnaavayasyaanvithaam
Aarohathyapavarga soudhavalabheem aanandhaveecheemayeem
ll 101.V ll
He who meditates ever in his mind the Supreme symbol of
Femininity, Sri Ambaal, concentrating on the lotus like feet in front and
begins the chanting of praise, attains the glances of Sri Ambaal directed
towards him, along with the fountains head of the effulgence of smile attended
by the compassion of moonlight and ascends the multi-storeyed mansion of Beatitude
to have a strolling at the flood of Bliss consciousness.
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