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Navratri Special - Golu Season 2 - Ep11 Karunai Deivame


 Hello and welcome back to Golu Season 2. So an unexpected request arrived, from my grandfather. So what he had asked was to post Karunai Deivame song. It's a song on Ambal. She is a Goddess. So the song is in Tamil, now let's see it. 



pallavi

karunai deivamE karpagamE
kAna vENDum undan porpadamE (yen)

anupallavi

urutunaiyAgaven uLLattil amarndAy
unai anDri vErE yArO yen tAy

caraNam

Ananda vAzhvu aLittiDal vENDum
annaye yen mEl irangiDal vENDum
nAnum unnai tozhudiDal vENDum
nalamuDan vAzha aruLal vENDum


And with this, the song ends.


So this post and the last post were just a surprise, and tomorrow the post is about 'WHAT I LIKE ABOUT NAVRATRI'. 


Are we all telling Slokas everyday? Some of us do but some of us don't. Well, the ones who don't say them must make it a habit. At least once a day. 


So who is ready to tell I Sloka now?


Well, I am!


Gururbrahma gururvishnuh
gururdevo maheshwarah |
Guruhsakshat parabrahma
tasmai shrigurave namah ||


So, as you can see, this is a sloka about Guru (Teacher).  This is only the 1st sloka, for all of them, you can just browse 'GURU BRAHMA SLOKAM'. 


Thank you for reading through!

And remember to tune in by tomorrow evening for ep12!!

Bye!!!



Comments

  1. Super shriyan excellant keep it up. By. Viji patti

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  2. Good song it's a composition on Mylapore karpagambal Goddess.Thank you for sharing shriyandhaa. Your writing makes me happy and your request to chant sloka really a valuable one .you are making us to realise God through your writing. May you all be blessed with good health and happiness From Pushpa patti

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  3. Super shriyandhaa. I don't know what to say.. Everyday I like to read your blog and it is a very good timepass.. Before I could say you told the shloka first!!

    Waiting eagerly for the next episode about What you like about navaratri..

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