شاکمبھری چالیسا शाकम्भरी चालीसा

दोहा

बन्दउ माँ शाकम्भरी चरणगुरू का धरकर ध्यान, शाकम्भरी माँ चालीसा का करे प्रख्यान॥

आनंदमयी जगदम्बिका अनन्तरूप भण्डार, माँ शाकम्भरी की कृपा बनी रहे हर बार॥

शाकम्भरी माँ अति सुखकारी।
पूर्ण ब्रह्म सदा दुःखहारी॥

कारण करण जगत की दाता।
आनन्द चेतन विश्व विधाता॥

अमर जोत है मात तुम्हारी।
तुम ही सदा भगतन हितकारी॥

महिमा अमित अथाह अपर्णा।
ब्रह्म हरि हर मात अपर्णा॥

ज्ञान राशि हो दीन दयाली।
शरणागत घर भरती खुशहाली॥

नारायणी तुम ब्रह्म प्रकाशी।
जल-थल-नभ हो अविनाशी॥

कमल कान्तिमय शान्ति अनपा।
जोतमन मर्यादा जोत स्वरूपा॥

जब-जब भक्तों ने है ध्याई।
जोत अपनी प्रकट हो आई॥

प्यारी बहन के संग विराजे।
मात शताक्षि संग ही साजे॥

भीम भयंकर रूप कराली।
तीसरी बहन की जोत निराली॥

चौथी बहन भ्रामरी तेरी।
अद्भुत चंचल चित्त चितेरी॥

सम्मुख भैरव वीर खड़ा है।
दानव दल से खूब लड़ा है॥

शिव शंकर प्रभु भोले भण्डारी।
सदा रहे सन्तन हितकारी॥

हनुमत माता लौकड़ा तेरा।
सदा शाकम्भरी माँ का चेरा॥

हाथ ध्वजा हनुमान विराजे।
युद्ध भूमि में माँ संग साजे॥

कालरात्रि धारे कराली।
बहिन मात की अति विकराली॥

दश विद्या नव दुर्गा आदि।
ध्याते तुम्हें परमार्थ वादि॥

अष्ट सिद्धि गणपति जी दाता।
बाल रूप शरणागत माता॥

माँ भंडारे के रखवारी।
प्रथम पूजने की अधिकारी॥

जग की एक भ्रमण की कारण।
शिव शक्ति हो दुष्ट विदारण॥

भूरा देव लौकडा दूजा।
जिसकी होती पहली पूजा॥

बली बजरंगी तेरा चेरा।
चले संग यश गाता तेरा॥

पांच कोस की खोल तुम्हारी।
तेरी लीला अति विस्तारी॥

रक्त दन्तिका तुम्हीं बनी हो।
रक्त पान कर असुर हनी हो॥

रक्तबीज का नाश किया था।
छिन्न मस्तिका रूप लिया था॥

सिद्ध योगिनी सहस्या राजे।
सात कुण्ड में आप विराजे॥

रूप मराल का तुमने धारा।
भोजन दे दे जन जन तारा॥

शोक पात से मुनि जन तारे।
शोक पात जन दुःख निवारे॥

भद्र काली कमलेश्वर आई।
कान्त शिवा भगतन सुखदाई॥

भोग भण्डार हलवा पूरी।
ध्वजा नारियल तिलक सिंदूरी॥

लाल चुनरी लगती प्यारी।
ये ही भेंट ले दुःख निवारी॥

अंधे को तुम नयन दिखाती।
कोढ़ी काया सफल बनाती॥

बाँझन के घर बाल खिलाती।
निर्धन को धन खूब दिलाती॥

सुख दे दे भगत को तारे।
साधु सज्जन काज संवारे॥

भूमण्डल से जोत प्रकाशी।
शाकम्भरी माँ दुःख की नाशी॥

मधुर मधुर मुस्कान तुम्हारी।
जन्म जन्म पहचान हमारी॥

चरण कमल तेरे बलिहारी।
जै जै जै जग जननी तुम्हारी॥

कांता चालीसा अति सुखकारी।
संकट दुःख दुविधा टारी॥

जो कोई जन चालीसा गावे।
मात कृपा अति सुख पावे॥

कान्ता प्रसाद जगाधरी वासी।
भाव शाकम्भरी तत्त्व प्रकाशी॥

बार बार कहें कर जोरी।
विनती सुन शाकम्भरी मोरी॥

मैं सेवक हूँ दास तुम्हारा।
जननी करना भव निस्तारा॥

यह सौ बार पाठ करे कोई।
मातु कृपा अधिकारी सोई॥

संकट कष्ट को मात निवारे।
शोक मोह शत्रुन संहारे॥

निर्धन धन सुख सम्पत्ति पावे।
श्रद्धा भक्ति से चालीसा गावे॥

नौ रात्रों तक दीप जगावे।
सपरिवार मगन हो गावे॥

प्रेम से पाठ करे मन लाई।
कान्त शाकम्भरी अति सुखदाई॥

दोहा

दुर्गासुर संहारणी करणि जग के काज, शाकम्भरी जननि शिवे रखना मेरी लाज॥

युग युग तक व्रत तेरा करे भक्त उद्धार, वो ही तेरा लाड़ला आवे तेरे द्वार॥

dohā

bandau mā̃ śākambharī caraṇaguru kā dharakara dhyāna, śākambharī mā̃ cālīsā kā kare prakhyāna॥

ānaṃdamayī jagadambikā anantarūpa bhaṇḍāra, mā̃ śākambharī kī kṛpā banī rahe hara bāra॥

śākambharī mā̃ ati sukhakārī।
pūrṇa brahma sadā duḥkhahārī॥

kāraṇa karaṇa jagata kī dātā।
ānanda cetana viśva vidhātā॥

amara jota hai māta tumhārī।
tuma hī sadā bhagatana hitakārī॥

mahimā amita athāha aparṇā।
brahma hari hara māta aparṇā॥

jñāna rāśi ho dīna dayālī।
śaraṇāgata ghara bharatī khuśahālī॥

nārāyaṇī tuma brahma prakāśī।
jala-thala-nabha ho avināśī॥

kamala kāntimaya śānti anapā।
jotamana maryādā jota svarūpā॥

jaba-jaba bhaktoṃ ne hai dhyāī।
jota apanī prakaṭa ho āī॥

pyārī bahana ke saṅga virāje।
māta śatākṣi saṅga hī sāje॥

bhīma bhayaṃkara rūpa karālī।
tīsarī bahana kī jota nirālī॥

cauthī bahana bhrāmarī terī।
adbhuta caṃcala citta citerī॥

sammukha bhairava vīra khaḍā hai।
dānava dala se khūba laḍā hai॥

śiva śaṅkara prabhu bhole bhaṇḍārī।
sadā rahe santana hitakārī॥

hanumata mātā laukaḍ़ā terā।
sadā śākambharī mā̃ kā cerā॥

hātha dhvajā hanumāna virāje।
yuddha bhūmi meṃ mā̃ saṅga sāje॥

kālarātri dhāre karālī।
bahina māta kī ati vikarālī॥

daśa vidyā nava durgā ādi।
dhyāte tumheṃ paramārtha vādi॥

aṣṭa siddhi gaṇapati jī dātā।
bāla rūpa śaraṇāgata mātā॥

mā̃ bhaṃḍāre ke rakhavārī।
prathama pūjane kī adhikārī॥

jaga kī eka bhramaṇa kī kāraṇa।
śiva śakti ho duṣṭa vidāraṇa॥

bhūrā deva laukaḍā dūjā।
jisakī hotī pahalī pūjā॥

balī bajaraṅgī terā cerā।
cale saṅga yaśa gātā terā॥

pāṃca kosa kī khola tumhārī।
terī līlā ati vistārī॥

rakta dantikā tumhī̃ banī ho।
rakta pāna kara asura hanī ho॥

raktabīja kā nāśa kiyā thā।
chinna mastikā rūpa liyā thā॥

siddha yoginī sahasyā rāje।
sāta kuṇḍa meṃ āpa virāje॥

rūpa marāla kā tumane dhārā।
bhojana de de jana jana tārā॥

śoka pāta se muni jana tāre।
śoka pāta jana duḥkha nivāre॥

bhadra kālī kamaleśvara āī।
kānta śivā bhagatana sukhadāī॥

bhoga bhaṇḍāra halavā pūrī।
dhvajā nāriyala tilaka siṃdūrī॥

lāla cunarī lagatī pyārī।
ye hī bheṃṭa le duḥkha nivārī॥

aṃdhe ko tuma nayana dikhātī।
koḍhī kāyā saphala banātī॥

bā̃jhana ke ghara bāla khilātī।
nirdhana ko dhana khūba dilātī॥

sukha de de bhagata ko tāre।
sādhu sajjana kāja saṃvāre॥

bhūmaṇḍala se jota prakāśī।
śākambharī mā̃ duḥkha kī nāśī॥

madhura madhura muskāna tumhārī।
janma janma pahacāna hamārī॥

caraṇa kamala tere balihārī।
jai jai jai jaga jananī tumhārī॥

kāṃtā cālīsā ati sukhakārī।
saṃkaṭa duḥkha duvidhā ṭārī॥

jo koī jana cālīsā gāve।
māta kṛpā ati sukha pāve॥

kāṃtā prasāda jagādharī vāsī।
bhāva śākambharī tattva prakāśī॥

bāra bāra kahe kara jorī।
vinatī suna śākambharī morī॥

maiṃ sevaka hū̃ dāsa tumhārā।
jananī karanā bhava nistārā॥

yaha sau bāra pāṭha kare koī।
mātu kṛpā adhikārī soī॥

saṃkaṭa kaṣṭa ko māta nivāre।
śoka moha śatruna saṃhāre॥

nirdhana dhana sukha sampatti pāve।
śraddhā bhakti se cālīsā gāve॥

nau rātroṃ taka dīpa jagāve।
saparivāra magana ho gāve॥

prema se pāṭha kare mana lāī।
kāṃta śākambharī ati sukhadāī॥

dohā

durgāsura saṃhāraṇī karaṇi jaga ke kāja, śākambharī janani śive rakhanā merī lāja॥

yuga yuga taka vrata terā kare bhakta uddhāra, vo hī terā lāḍalā āve tere dvāra॥

دوہا

I bow to Mother Shakambhari, holding meditation on the guru at her feet; may this Shakambhari Chalisa become renowned.

Blissful Jagadambika, treasury of infinite forms — may Mother Shakambhari's grace remain with me always.

Mother Shakambhari, giver of great happiness; the complete Brahman, ever the remover of sorrow.

Giver and cause of the world's causes; blissful consciousness, creator of the universe.

Your flame, Mother, is immortal; you alone are ever the well-wisher of your devotees.

Your glory is boundless and unfathomable, Aparna; Brahma, Hari, and Hara — you are their Mother, Aparna.

You are a heap of wisdom, compassionate to the humble; you fill with prosperity the home of whoever takes refuge in you.

Narayani, you are the radiance of Brahman, imperishable in water, on land, and in the sky.

Your peace is lotus-radiant and matchless; your very form is boundless light, its own measure and law.

Whenever devotees have meditated upon you, your own light has come forth and appeared.

You dwell together with your beloved sister; Mother, you are adorned in the company of Shatakshi.

Terrible and fearsome is your form, O fierce one; unique is the light of your third sister.

Your fourth sister is Bhramari — wondrous, restless, a painter of the heart.

Before you stands the hero Bhairava, who has fought fiercely against the demon hosts.

Lord Shiva Shankar, the guileless treasurer, ever remains the well-wisher of saints.

Mother, Hanuman himself is your Laukada — ever the servant of Mother Shakambhari.

Hanuman stands with a banner in hand, adorning the battlefield at your side, Mother.

You bear the form of Kalaratri, fierce and dreadful — the Mother's most terrifying sister.

The ten Mahavidyas, the nine Durgas, and others — speakers of ultimate truth — meditate upon you.

Ganapati, giver of the eight siddhis, in his child-form takes refuge in you, Mother.

Mother, guardian of the storehouse — you alone hold the right to be worshipped first.

You are the one cause behind the world's turning; Shiva's own Shakti, destroyer of the wicked.

Bhura Dev is your second Laukada, the one worshipped first at your shrine.

The mighty Bajrangi (Hanuman) is your servant; he walks at your side, singing your glory.

Your sacred enclosure spans five kos; your divine play is vast beyond measure.

You yourself became Raktadantika, slaying demons by drinking their blood.

You destroyed Raktabija, taking on the form of Chhinnamastika.

Accomplished Yoginis attend you in their thousands; you reside amid seven sacred kundas.

You took on the form of a swan, giving food to save people, one by one.

You saved sages and people through your fall of tears in sorrow; that same fall of tears removed the people's suffering.

As Bhadrakali and Kamaleshwari you have come; Shiva's beloved own, giver of joy to your devotees.

Halwa and puri fill your offering-store; a flag, a coconut, tilak, and vermillion mark your worship.

A red chunari looks lovely upon you; accepting just this offering, you remove our sorrow.

You give sight to the blind; you make whole the body of the leper.

You make children play in the homes of the childless; you grant the poor abundant wealth.

Giving happiness, you save your devotees; you set right the affairs of the saintly and the good.

Your light shines across the whole earth; Mother Shakambhari, destroyer of sorrow.

Sweet, so sweet is your smile; birth after birth, it is what we know you by.

I am devoted to your lotus feet; victory, victory, victory to you, Mother of the world.

Kanta's Chalisa brings great happiness; it turns aside distress, sorrow, and doubt.

Whoever sings this Chalisa obtains, by the Mother's grace, great happiness.

Kanta Prasad, a resident of Jagadhri, sets forth in devotion the true nature of Shakambhari.

Again and again, with joined hands, I say — hear my plea, O Shakambhari.

I am your servant, your slave; Mother, carry me across this worldly existence.

Whoever recites this a hundred times becomes entitled to the Mother's grace.

The Mother removes distress and hardship; she destroys grief, delusion, and enemies.

The poor obtain wealth, happiness, and prosperity by singing this Chalisa with faith and devotion.

Whoever keeps a lamp burning through the nine nights, and sings this joyfully together with their family,

and recites it with love, with their whole mind fixed on it — to them, says Kanta, Shakambhari grants the greatest joy.

دوہا

O slayer of the demon Durgasura, doer of the world's work — Mother Shakambhari, Shakti of Shiva, preserve my honor.

Age after age, your vow delivers your devotees; it is they, your beloved children, who come to your door.