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The Pirate Attack




ॐ भद्रंकर्णेभि: शृणुयाम देवा: । भद्रंपश्येमाक्षभिर्यजत्रा:

स्थिरैरङ्गैस्तुष्टवाँसस्तनूभि: । व्यशेम देवहितंयदायु: ।स्थस्वस्ति

न इन्द्रो वृद्धश्रवा: । स्वस्ति न: पूषा विश्ववेदा: ।स्वस्ति नस्तार्क्ष्यो

अरिष्टनेमि: । स्वस्ति नो बृहस्पतिर्दधातु।।

ōmbhadraṅkarṇē̍bhiśśṛṇuy̠āma̍ dēvāḥ ।

bhadrampa̍śyēmāk̠ ṣabhiryaja̍trāḥ ।

sthirairaṅgai̎ stuṣṭhuv̠āgṃ sa̍stan̠ ūbhiḥ̍ । vyaśē̍madēvahi̍taṃ̠ yadāyu̍ḥ । 

svasti naindrō̍ vṛddhaśra̍vāḥ svasti na̍ḥ pūṣā̠ viś̠vavē̍dāḥ । 

svasti nast̠ ārkṣyō̠ari̍ṣṭanēmiḥ । svasti nō b̠ṛhaspatirdadhātu ॥

ōṃ śāntiś śāntiś śāntiḥ̍


The Pirate attack 

The rāga-dveṣa pirates from within attack (Adyātmika)

A bang on an iceberg creates a crack (Ādhibhautika)

Stormy ocean waves blow a whack (Ādhidaivika)

Prayer removes obstacles with a knack


Om is immanent and transcendental 

Om is auspicious and fundamental

May the circumstances be propitious

May the ears hear that which is auspicious


May the mind absorb teachings like a sponge

May I take the quantum leap with a plunge

May the pendulum of complaints stop swinging

May I gain more objectivity in thinking 


May this body cooperate in this journey 

May the limbs function without a worry

May there be less of  rajas and tamas 

May there be more and more of sattva


May the glory of human birth be understood

May the excess consumption be reduced

May I worship the king of sense organs

May I worship the self shining Sun


May the focus and determination be like an eagle

May the dedication be towards the most regal 

May Jupiter bless us with the knowledge

May all obstacles be removed for self knowledge


May the Guru not be displeased 

May the horrific troubles be eased

May the sailing be smooth and pleasant

May there be peace prevalent 


Class 3 Ganapathi Upanishad 

Shivananda Ashram Bahamas

Swamini Svatmavidyanadaji



Pictures are from Shivananda Ashram Bahamas.






 



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