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Navratri Special - Golu Season 2 - Ep2 Soundariya Lahari 1


Golu Season 2 - ep2 

Soundariya Lahari 1



Hello! Welcome back to Golu Season 2 and this episode features the 1st Sloka of the Soundariya Lahari. It's a set of 100 Slokas about the goddess Ambal. 


Hello friends! This is the start point.

Here is the 1st Sloka: 

Sloka 

Siva: shaktyaa yukto yadi bhavati 
shakta: prabhavitum
na chedevam devi na khalu
kushala: spanditumapi 
atastvaamaaraadhyaam 
harihara-virinchaadibhirapi 
pranantum stotum vaa kathamakrta-
 punya: prabhavati 

Meaning 

Lord Shiva becomes capable of creating this universe only in association with You (Shakti). Otherwise, it becomes impossible for him to even move in the most minute measure. How can one who has not performed any virtuous deed become qualified to either worship or extol You who is worthy of adoration by Vishnu, Shiva and Brahma ? 


It's time for our break. Let's see the Navratri Special Food today! 


Today's yummy Puttu, a mixture of roasted rice flour, jaggery, cashew nuts, turmeric and Elaka powder. It's a little bit like Arisi Maavu Vellam Mix.


Our Navratri Special Kolam is a peacock.


Thanks a lot for reading through!

 And remember to tune in by tomorrow evening for ep3! 



Bye!










Comments

  1. T.SrinivasanOctober 8, 2021 at 6:54 PM

    Pranams and vandanam to Shri Lalithambika. Thank you Shriyandhaa for sharing the first sloka of sowndharya lahari with meaning. Today's puttu prasadam looks yammy . All happening due to the blessings of Thayar and your BHAKTHI
    From Pushpa patti

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    1. Shriyandhaa's SpaceOctober 8, 2021 at 7:17 PM

      Thank you patti ����

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