This episode of the Cult of Psyche podcast explores the Śyāmala Daṇḍakam, a sacred Sanskrit hymn by Kālidāsa, presented in English translation for the first time to Western audiences. The episode features Psyche reciting the hymn and offering his own reflections and invocations.
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The episode begins with Psyche reciting the Śyāmala Daṇḍakam, a sacred Sanskrit hymn by Kālidāsa ▶ 0:15. The hymn is a praise of the goddess, describing her beauty, power, and attributes. Psyche continues to recite the hymn, describing the goddess's various forms and aspects [1:02, 1:42, 2:14]. The recitation is interspersed with Psyche's own reflections and invocations, including a call to the goddess to speak through him and shine through him [5:21, 5:53]. The episode ends with Psyche's repeated invocations and expressions of devotion [6:01, 6:28].
The episode appears to explore the theme of devotion and reverence for the divine feminine, as embodied by the goddess of the Śyāmala Daṇḍakam. Psyche's recitation and reflections suggest a deep respect and admiration for the goddess's power and beauty. The episode also seems to touch on the idea of spiritual surrender and the desire to be a vessel for the divine, as expressed in Psyche's invocations to the goddess.
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I meditate on the daughter of Matanga who plays the Vina made of precious gems, lazy with divine exuberance, blessed with sweet words and shining like a blue gem. My salutations to the mother of the
universe. She of four hands. She who wears the crescent moon whose form is saffron. Who holds flower, sugarcane, rope, arrow, the gold and the sacred punda. Bless me with a sidelong glance. Oh daughter of sage Matanga, my emerald green mother who lives in the Kadamba
forest and blesses with all that is good. Victory to the daughter of Matanga to she who resembles the Nilot Pala flower who delights in music and the playful parrot. Victory to the mother who dwells in Kadamba and Vilwa forests on the gem
island in the sea of nectar. Consort of Shiva, beloved of the worlds. She whose hair dances with music, whose curls shine with crescent light, whose eyelashes are the arrows of love, whose words cool the universe like nectar, whose musk tilica brings joy, who is Lexi, whose voice is a venina blending
with bees drawn to the musk upon her neck. She shines with divine ornaments recognized by sages wearing palm leaf ear ornaments and neot pala studs brighter than moonlight. She grants wealth, happiness, and all wishes. She smiles with arc a cam for and tambula holds the lotus and the fina.
Her lips red as bima fruit. Her conchlike neck born of the cosmic ocean. She is the embodiment of arts, voluuptuous, radiant with gem garlands, the personification of all that is good. Her arms shine like young tendrils with gemmed armlets. Her bangles radiant
circling the world. Her hands rival lotus blooms. Her fingers shine like the moon with jeweled rings. Worshiped by Indra and all deas surrounded by the eternal light. She is a three-world beauty. Humble in her golden grace with hair dark as water plants encircling her deep navl.
Her speech is alluring. Her golden belt defeats Kama's bow. Her silk studded with gems and diamond bells rival Maru's valleys. Her thighs glow red as Kalasha blossoms. Her grace flows without end. She is dark beauty, the liongated goddess whose crescent-like nails are
praised by the wives of the lords of the directions. She is holy pure ume parvati herself. Her lotus feet glow with the light of bowed god's crowns red as the rising sun. Treasures of youthful beauty. She sits on nine gem seats unjeweled thrown in jeweled lotus.
Praised by k lotus ganesa durga bed and kashitra pala and served by the divine mothers. Woripped by yakis gandarva siddhas by man mata and rati by sages since the beginning of time. By Krishna, the master of music, by Brahma with devotion, praised by canaris and divine
musicians. She plays with the parrot of knowledge whose green wings and shining neck sing eternal secrets. Meditated upon with crystal chain, book, gold, and rope. She pours knowledge as poetry and pros. Meditated upon and dawn red radiance. She grants beauty and
attraction. Meditated upon in golden form. She gives wealth and happiness. Meditated upon in emerald luster with crescent moon. She grants all occult powers. Making oceans play things, gardens, kitchens, earth a seat. Sarasati a servant. Lakshmi
obedient to the devotees call. She is the form of sacred waters. Chance, symbols, philosophies, yoga, music, sound, universes, souls. She is
everything. All forms. Mother of the cosmos. Save me. Save me. Save me. Save me. Save me. Save
me. Save me. Save me. Save me. Save me. Save me. Save me.
Salutations to the holy goddess. Oh, Matani of the unwritten word. The emerald queen of the kadamba night. I call to you with an unpolished tongue and a mind shaken by your music. Let the discarded be crowned. Let the forbidden be holy. Let the hidden syllable rise like a serpent through the
spiral of the yantra. Been a bear who bends reality. Touch my voice with your sidelong glance and turn my speech into prophecy. Moon drinker, shadow laugher, thrown rider of the nectar ocean. I surrender my words, breath, and unspoken thoughts to your
sovereign current. Speak through me. Move through me. Shine through me until my voice becomes yours.
to your shi
vict shama.
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