जय जय भैरवि असुर भयाउनि
पशुपति भामिनी माया
सहज सुमति वर दियउ गोसाउनि
अनुगति गति तुअ पाया
वासर रैनि सबासन शोभित
चरण चन्द्रमणि चूड़ा
कतओक दैत्य मारि मुख मेलल
कतओ उगिलि कएल कूड़ा
सामर बरन नयन अनुरंजित
जलद जोग फुलकोका
कट-कट विकट ओठ पुट पांडरि
लिधुर फेन उठ फोंका
घन-घन-घनय घुंघरू कत बाजय
हन-हन कर तुअ काता
विद्यापति कवि तुअ पद सेवक
पुत्र बिसरू जनि माता
Jay jay Bhairavi asur bhayauni,
Pashupati bhamini maya,
sahaj sumati var diyau gosauni,
anugati gati tua paya.
Vasar raini sabasan shobhit,
charan chandramani chura,
kataok daitya mari mukh melal,
katao ugili kael kura.
Samar baran nayan anuranjit,
jalad jog phulkoka,
kat-kat vikat oth put pandari,
lidhur phen uth phonka.
Ghan-ghan-ghanay ghunghru kat bajay,
han-han kar tua kata,
Vidyapati kavi tua pad sevak,
putra bisaru jani mata.
Meaning
Victory, victory to Bhairavi, terror of the asuras, beloved of Pashupati, the power of maya. Give me, O Gosauni, the gift of natural good sense; your feet are the refuge of those who follow you.
Day and night you are radiant, seated upon a corpse, with the moon-jewel on your feet as a crest. Some daityas you killed and put in your mouth, others you spat out and threw away like rubbish.
Dark of colour, eyes reddened, like a rain-cloud with red blossoms; your fearsome lips go “kat-kat” and gleam pale, and blood rises in foam and bubbles.
How your anklets ring, “ghan-ghan-ghan”; the sword in your hand flashes, “han-han”. The poet Vidyapati is a servant at your feet: Mother, do not forget your son.
About this bhajan
Mithila opens almost every ceremony, a wedding, an upanayana, the first day of Durga Puja, with this song to Bhagwati as Bhairavi, the Kuladevi of Maithil homes. Vidyapati, the fourteenth-century court poet of Raja Shivasimha, paints the fierce Mother in sound: the anklets go “ghan-ghan”, the sword “han-han”. Then the last line turns small and tender: Mother, do not forget your son. It is Mithila’s gosauni geet above all others.
Vidyapati Padavali, Devi vandana; text as on Kavita Kosh