Goddess Durga with ten arms riding her lion among Himalayan peaks, her trident aimed at the buffalo demon Mahishasura
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Aigiri Nandini

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The thrilling hymn to Durga as slayer of the buffalo demon — twenty-one verses that roar with battle drums and dance rhythms, each ending “victory, victory to you, daughter of the mountain!”

Popularly attributed to Adi Shankaracharya (authorship uncertain)

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Aigiri Nandini

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Deity
Durga
Type
Stotram
Verses
22
Language
Sanskrit

Aigiri Nandini Lyrics with Meaning

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Verse 1

अयि गिरिनन्दिनि नन्दितमेदिनि विश्वविनोदिनि नन्दिनुते

Ayi Giri Nandini Nandita Medini Vishva Vinodini Nandinute

ayi girinandini nanditamedini viśvavinodini nandinute

O daughter of the mountain, who makes the whole earth rejoice, who delights the universe, praised by Nandi,

    गिरिवरविन्ध्यशिरोऽधिनिवासिनि विष्णुविलासिनि जिष्णुनुते ।

    Girivara Vindhya Shiro Dhinivasini Vishnu Vilasini Jishnunute

    girivaravindhyaśiro'dhinivāsini viṣṇuvilāsini jiṣṇunute

    who lives on the peaks of the great Vindhya mountains, who plays alongside Vishnu, praised by Indra,

      भगवति हे शितिकण्ठकुटुम्बिनि भूरिकुटुम्बिनि भूरिकृते

      Bhagavati He Shitikantha Kutumbini Bhuri Kutumbini Bhuri Krite

      bhagavati he śitikaṇṭhakuṭumbini bhūrikuṭumbini bhūrikṛte

      O blessed goddess, wife of the blue-throated Shiva, mother of a vast family, doer of countless deeds —

        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १ ॥

        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

          Verse 2

          सुरवरवर्षिणि दुर्धरधर्षिणि दुर्मुखमर्षिणि हर्षरते

          Suravara Varshini Durdhara Dharshini Durmukha Marshini Harsharate

          suravaravarṣiṇi durdharadharṣiṇi durmukhamarṣiṇi harṣarate

          You shower blessings on the gods, overpower the invincible, bear with the harsh-tongued, and delight in joy;

            त्रिभुवनपोषिणि शङ्करतोषिणि किल्बिषमोषिणि घोषरते ।

            Tribhuvana Poshini Shankara Toshini Kilbisha Moshini Ghosharate

            tribhuvanapoṣiṇi śaṅkaratoṣiṇi kilbiṣamoṣiṇi ghoṣarate

            you nourish the three worlds, please Shiva, steal away sins and love the sound of sacred chant;

              दनुजनिरोषिणि दितिसुतरोषिणि दुर्मदशोषिणि सिन्धुसुते

              Danuja Niroshini Ditisuta Roshini Durmada Shoshini Sindhu Sute

              danujaniroṣiṇi ditisutaroṣiṇi durmadaśoṣiṇi sindhusute

              you rage against the demons and dry up wicked pride, O daughter of the ocean —

                जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ २ ॥

                Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                  Verse 3

                  अयि जगदम्ब मदम्ब कदम्बवनप्रियवासिनि हासरते

                  Ayi Jagadamba Madamba Kadamba Vana Priya Vasini Hasarate

                  ayi jagadamba madamba kadambavanapriyavāsini hāsarate

                  O mother of the world, my own mother, who loves to live in kadamba forests, who delights in laughter,

                    शिखरिशिरोमणितुङ्गहिमालयशृङ्गनिजालयमध्यगते ।

                    Shikhari Shiromani Tunga Himalaya Shringa Nijalaya Madhyagate

                    śikhariśiromaṇituṅgahimālayaśṛṅganijālayamadhyagate

                    whose home is among the high peaks of the Himalaya, crown jewel of mountains,

                      मधुमधुरे मधुकैटभगञ्जिनि कैटभभञ्जिनि रासरते

                      Madhu Madhure Madhu Kaitabha Ganjini Kaitabha Bhanjini Rasarate

                      madhumadhure madhukaiṭabhagañjini kaiṭabhabhañjini rāsarate

                      sweet as honey, conqueror of the demons Madhu and Kaitabha, delighting in joyful dance —

                        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ ३ ॥

                        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                          Verse 4

                          अयि शतखण्डविखण्डितरुण्डवितुण्डितशुण्डगजाधिपते

                          Ayi Shatakhanda Vikhandita Runda Vitundita Shunda Gajadhipate

                          ayi śatakhaṇḍavikhaṇḍitaruṇḍavituṇḍitaśuṇḍagajādhipate

                          You cut the mighty war elephants of the demons into a hundred pieces, severing their trunks;

                            रिपुगजगण्डविदारणचण्डपराक्रमशुण्डमृगाधिपते ।

                            Ripu Gaja Ganda Vidarana Chanda Parakrama Shunda Mrigadhipate

                            ripugajagaṇḍavidāraṇacaṇḍaparākramaśuṇḍamṛgādhipate

                            your lion, fierce and bold, tears open the heads of the enemy elephants;

                              निजभुजदण्डनिपातितखण्डविपातितमुण्डभटाधिपते

                              Nija Bhuja Danda Nipatita Khanda Vipatita Munda Bhatadhipate

                              nijabhujadaṇḍanipātitakhaṇḍavipātitamuṇḍabhaṭādhipate

                              with your own mighty arms you struck down the demon general Munda and his warriors —

                                जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ ४ ॥

                                Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                  Verse 5

                                  अयि रणदुर्मदशत्रुवधोद्यतदुर्धरनिर्जरशक्तिभृते

                                  Ayi Rana Durmada Shatru Vadhodyata Durdhara Nirjara Shakti Bhrite

                                  ayi raṇadurmadaśatruvadhodyatadurdharanirjaraśaktibhṛte

                                  You carry the unstoppable power of the immortal gods, ready to slay enemies drunk on the pride of battle;

                                    चतुरविचारधुरीणमहाशिवदूतकृतप्रमथाधिपते ।

                                    Chatura Vichara Dhurina Maha Shiva Duta Krita Pramathadhipate

                                    caturavicāradhurīṇamahāśivadūtakṛtapramathādhipate

                                    you sent wise Shiva himself, lord of the pramathas, as your messenger to the demons;

                                      दुरितदुरीहदुराशयदुर्मतिदानवदूतकृतान्तमते

                                      Durita Duriha Durashaya Durmati Danava Duta Kritantamate

                                      duritadurīhadurāśayadurmatidānavadūtakṛtāntamate

                                      and resolved to end the wicked, evil-minded demon envoys —

                                        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ ५ ॥

                                        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                          Verse 6

                                          अयि शरणागतवैरिवधूवरवीरवराभयदानकरे

                                          Ayi Sharanagata Vairi Vadhu Vara Vira Varabhaya Danakare

                                          ayi śaraṇāgatavairivadhūvaravīravarābhayadānakare

                                          Your hand grants fearlessness even to the wives of enemy heroes who come to you for refuge;

                                            त्रिभुवनमस्तकशूलविरोधिशिरोऽधिकृतामलशूलकरे ।

                                            Tribhuvana Mastaka Shula Virodhi Shiro Dhikritamala Shula Kare

                                            tribhuvanamastakaśūlavirodhiśiro'dhikṛtāmalaśūlakare

                                            your pure trident strikes down those who were a torment to the three worlds;

                                              दुमिदुमितामरदुन्दुभिनादमहोमुखरीकृततिग्मकरे

                                              Dumi Dumita Amara Dundubhi Nada Maho Mukharikrita Tigmakare

                                              dumidumitāmaradundubhinādamahomukharīkṛtatigmakare

                                              the “dumi-dumi” of the gods’ war drums makes even the sun resound —

                                                जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ ६ ॥

                                                Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                  Verse 7

                                                  अयि निजहुङ्कृतिमात्रनिराकृतधूम्रविलोचनधूम्रशते

                                                  Ayi Nija Hunkriti Matra Nirakrita Dhumra Vilochana Dhumra Shate

                                                  ayi nijahuṅkṛtimātranirākṛtadhūmravilocanadhūmraśate

                                                  With just the sound of your “hum” you turned the demon Dhumralochana to smoke;

                                                    समरविशोषितशोणितबीजसमुद्भवशोणितबीजलते ।

                                                    Samara Vishoshita Shonita Bija Samudbhava Shonita Bija Late

                                                    samaraviśoṣitaśoṇitabījasamudbhavaśoṇitabījalate

                                                    in battle you dried up Raktabija and every demon born from the seeds of his blood;

                                                      शिवशिवशुम्भनिशुम्भमहाहवतर्पितभूतपिशाचरते

                                                      Shiva Shiva Shumbha Nishumbha Mahahava Tarpita Bhuta Pishacha Rate

                                                      śivaśivaśumbhaniśumbhamahāhavatarpitabhūtapiśācarate

                                                      in the great war against Shumbha and Nishumbha, even the spirits of the battlefield were satisfied —

                                                        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ ७ ॥

                                                        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                          Verse 8

                                                          धनुरनुषङ्गरणक्षणसङ्गपरिस्फुरदङ्गनटत्कटके

                                                          Dhanur Anushanga Rana Kshana Sanga Parisphurad Anga Natat Katake

                                                          dhanuranuṣaṅgaraṇakṣaṇasaṅgaparisphuradaṅganaṭatkaṭake

                                                          In the heat of battle, bow in hand, your limbs flash and your bracelets dance;

                                                            कनकपिशङ्गपृषत्कनिषङ्गरसद्भटशृङ्गहताबटुके ।

                                                            Kanaka Pishanga Prishatka Nishanga Rasad Bhata Shringa Hatabatuke

                                                            kanakapiśaṅgapṛṣatkaniṣaṅgarasadbhaṭaśṛṅgahatābaṭuke

                                                            your golden arrows fly from your quiver and strike down the roaring champions of the enemy;

                                                              कृतचतुरङ्गबलक्षितिरङ्गघटद्बहुरङ्गरटद्बटुके

                                                              Krita Chaturanga Bala Kshiti Ranga Ghatad Bahuranga Ratad Batuke

                                                              kṛtacaturaṅgabalakṣitiraṅgaghaṭadbahuraṅgaraṭadbaṭuke

                                                              the battlefield becomes a stage where the whole four-fold enemy army falls —

                                                                जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ ८ ॥

                                                                Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                  Verse 9

                                                                  सुरललनाततथेयितथेयिकृताभिनयोदरनृत्यरते

                                                                  Sura Lalana Tatatheyi Tatheyi Kritabhinayodara Nritya Rate

                                                                  suralalanātatatheyitatheyikṛtābhinayodaranṛtyarate

                                                                  You delight in the dance of the heavenly maidens — “ta-ta-theyi, ta-theyi” — full of expressive gestures;

                                                                    कृतकुकुथः कुकुथो गडदादिकतालकुतूहलगानरते ।

                                                                    Krita Kukuthah Kukutho Gadadadika Tala Kutuhala Gana Rate

                                                                    kṛtakukuthaḥ kukutho gaḍadādikatālakutūhalagānarate

                                                                    in the playful rhythms “kukutha, gada-da” and in joyful song;

                                                                      धुधुकुटधुक्कुटधिन्धिमितध्वनिधीरमृदङ्गनिनादरते

                                                                      Dhudhukuta Dhukkuta Dhindhimita Dhvani Dhira Mridanga Ninada Rate

                                                                      dhudhukuṭadhukkuṭadhindhimitadhvanidhīramṛdaṅganinādarate

                                                                      in the deep “dhudhukuta, dhimi-dhimi” of the mridanga drum —

                                                                        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ ९ ॥

                                                                        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                          Verse 10

                                                                          जयजयजप्यजयेजयशब्दपरस्तुतितत्परविश्वनुते

                                                                          Jaya Jaya Japya Jaye Jaya Shabda Parastuti Tatpara Vishvanute

                                                                          jayajayajapyajayejayaśabdaparastutitatparaviśvanute

                                                                          The whole world praises you, crying “Victory! Victory!” — you are worthy of every chant;

                                                                            झणझणझिञ्झिमिझिङ्कृतनूपुरसिञ्जितमोहितभूतपते ।

                                                                            Jhana Jhana Jhinjhimi Jhinkrita Nupura Sinjita Mohita Bhutapate

                                                                            jhaṇajhaṇajhiñjhimijhiṅkṛtanūpurasiñjitamohitabhūtapate

                                                                            the jingling “jhana-jhana” of your anklets enchants Shiva, lord of all beings;

                                                                              नटितनटार्धनटीनटनायकनाटितनाट्यसुगानरते

                                                                              Natita Natardha Nati Nata Nayaka Natita Natya Sugana Rate

                                                                              naṭitanaṭārdhanaṭīnaṭanāyakanāṭitanāṭyasugānarate

                                                                              you delight in the dance and song of Shiva, Lord of Dance, whose other half you are —

                                                                                जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १० ॥

                                                                                Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                  Verse 11

                                                                                  अयि सुमनःसुमनःसुमनःसुमनःसुमनोहरकान्तियुते

                                                                                  Ayi Sumanah Sumanah Sumanah Sumanah Sumanohara Kanti Yute

                                                                                  ayi sumanaḥsumanaḥsumanaḥsumanaḥsumanoharakāntiyute

                                                                                  Your beauty, lovely as flowers, enchants the hearts of the good and of the gods;

                                                                                    श्रितरजनीरजनीरजनीरजनीरजनीकरवक्त्रवृते ।

                                                                                    Shrita Rajani Rajani Rajani Rajani Rajanikara Vaktra Vrite

                                                                                    śritarajanīrajanīrajanīrajanīrajanīkaravaktravṛte

                                                                                    your face shines like the moon, maker of the night, outshining the lotuses that bloom at night;

                                                                                      सुनयनविभ्रमरभ्रमरभ्रमरभ्रमरभ्रमराधिपते

                                                                                      Sunayana Vibhramara Bhramara Bhramara Bhramara Bhramaradhipate

                                                                                      sunayanavibhramarabhramarabhramarabhramarabhramarādhipate

                                                                                      your beautiful eyes dart like black bees — you are queen of the bees —

                                                                                        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ ११ ॥

                                                                                        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                          Verse 12

                                                                                          सहितमहाहवमल्लमतल्लिकमल्लितरल्लकमल्लरते

                                                                                          Sahita Mahahava Malla Matallika Mallita Rallaka Malla Rate

                                                                                          sahitamahāhavamallamatallikamallitarallakamallarate

                                                                                          You delight in great battles alongside the finest warriors,

                                                                                            विरचितवल्लिकपल्लिकमल्लिकझिल्लिकभिल्लिकवर्गवृते ।

                                                                                            Virachita Vallika Pallika Mallika Jhillika Bhillika Varga Vrite

                                                                                            viracitavallikapallikamallikajhillikabhillikavargavṛte

                                                                                            surrounded by bands of forest women adorned with vines, village girls and jasmine-crowned tribal maidens;

                                                                                              सितकृतफुल्लसमुल्लसितारुणतल्लजपल्लवसल्ललिते

                                                                                              Sitakrita Phulla Samullasitaruna Tallaja Pallava Sallalite

                                                                                              sitakṛtaphullasamullasitāruṇatallajapallavasallalite

                                                                                              graceful as fresh red shoots, bright and in full blossom —

                                                                                                जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १२ ॥

                                                                                                Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                                jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                                victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                                  Verse 13

                                                                                                  अविरलगण्डगलन्मदमेदुरमत्तमतङ्गजराजपते

                                                                                                  Avirala Ganda Galan Mada Medura Matta Matangaja Rajapate

                                                                                                  aviralagaṇḍagalanmadameduramattamataṅgajarājapate

                                                                                                  Majestic as a royal elephant in the full power of its prime,

                                                                                                    त्रिभुवनभूषणभूतकलानिधिरूपपयोनिधिराजसुते ।

                                                                                                    Tribhuvana Bhushana Bhuta Kalanidhi Rupa Payonidhi Raja Sute

                                                                                                    tribhuvanabhūṣaṇabhūtakalānidhirūpapayonidhirājasute

                                                                                                    lovely as the moon that adorns the three worlds, daughter of the king of oceans,

                                                                                                      अयि सुदतीजनलालसमानसमोहनमन्मथराजसुते

                                                                                                      Ayi Sudati Jana Lalasa Manasa Mohana Manmatha Raja Sute

                                                                                                      ayi sudatījanalālasamānasamohanamanmatharājasute

                                                                                                      as enchanting to the heart as the god of love himself —

                                                                                                        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १३ ॥

                                                                                                        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                                        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                                        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                                          Verse 14

                                                                                                          कमलदलामलकोमलकान्तिकलाकलितामलभाललते

                                                                                                          Kamala Dalamala Komala Kanti Kala Kalitamala Bhala Late

                                                                                                          kamaladalāmalakomalakāntikalākalitāmalabhālalate

                                                                                                          Your forehead is pure and soft as a lotus petal, glowing with grace;

                                                                                                            सकलविलासकलानिलयक्रमकेलिचलत्कलहंसकुले ।

                                                                                                            Sakala Vilasa Kala Nilaya Krama Keli Chalat Kalahamsa Kule

                                                                                                            sakalavilāsakalānilayakramakelicalatkalahaṃsakule

                                                                                                            you are the home of every grace and art, and you move like a flock of swans at play;

                                                                                                              अलिकुलसङ्कुलकुवलयमण्डलमौलिमिलद्बकुलालिकुले

                                                                                                              Alikula Sankula Kuvalaya Mandala Mauli Milad Bakulalikule

                                                                                                              alikulasaṅkulakuvalayamaṇḍalamaulimiladbakulālikule

                                                                                                              bees swarm around the blue lotuses and bakula blossoms in your hair —

                                                                                                                जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १४ ॥

                                                                                                                Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                                                jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                                                victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                                                  Verse 15

                                                                                                                  करमुरलीरववीजितकूजितलज्जितकोकिलमञ्जुमते

                                                                                                                  Kara Murali Rava Vijita Kujita Lajjita Kokila Manjumate

                                                                                                                  karamuralīravavījitakūjitalajjitakokilamañjumate

                                                                                                                  The sweet music of the flute in your hand puts even the singing cuckoo to shame;

                                                                                                                    मिलितपुलिन्दमनोहरगुञ्जितरञ्जितशैलनिकुञ्जगते ।

                                                                                                                    Milita Pulinda Manohara Gunjita Ranjita Shaila Nikunja Gate

                                                                                                                    militapulindamanoharaguñjitarañjitaśailanikuñjagate

                                                                                                                    you wander the mountain groves, delighted by the lovely songs of the forest people;

                                                                                                                      निजगुणभूतमहाशबरीगणसद्गुणसम्भृतकेलितले

                                                                                                                      Nija Guna Bhuta Maha Shabari Gana Sadguna Sambhrita Keli Tale

                                                                                                                      nijaguṇabhūtamahāśabarīgaṇasadguṇasambhṛtakelitale

                                                                                                                      playing among the great forest women, who are your own virtues in human form —

                                                                                                                        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १५ ॥

                                                                                                                        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                                                        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                                                        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                                                          Verse 16

                                                                                                                          कटितटपीतदुकूलविचित्रमयूखतिरस्कृतचन्द्ररुचे

                                                                                                                          Katitata Pita Dukula Vichitra Mayukha Tiraskrita Chandra Ruche

                                                                                                                          kaṭitaṭapītadukūlavicitramayūkhatiraskṛtacandraruce

                                                                                                                          The shimmering yellow silk at your waist outshines the light of the moon;

                                                                                                                            प्रणतसुरासुरमौलिमणिस्फुरदंशुलसन्नखचन्द्ररुचे ।

                                                                                                                            Pranata Surasura Mauli Mani Sphurad Amshulasan Nakha Chandra Ruche

                                                                                                                            praṇatasurāsuramaulimaṇisphuradaṃśulasannakhacandraruce

                                                                                                                            your moon-like toenails glitter with light from the crown jewels of the gods and demons who bow at your feet;

                                                                                                                              जितकनकाचलमौलिमदोर्जितनिर्भरकुञ्जरकुम्भकुचे

                                                                                                                              Jita Kanakachala Mauli Madorjita Nirbhara Kunjara Kumbha Kuche

                                                                                                                              jitakanakācalamaulimadorjitanirbharakuñjarakumbhakuce

                                                                                                                              your full and majestic form surpasses even the peak of the golden mountain —

                                                                                                                                जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १६ ॥

                                                                                                                                Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                                                                jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                                                                victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                                                                  Verse 17

                                                                                                                                  विजितसहस्रकरैकसहस्रकरैकसहस्रकरैकनुते

                                                                                                                                  Vijita Sahasra Karaika Sahasra Karaika Sahasra Karaika Nute

                                                                                                                                  vijitasahasrakaraikasahasrakaraikasahasrakaraikanute

                                                                                                                                  You outshine the thousand-rayed sun, and are praised by the thousand-handed ones (another play on words);

                                                                                                                                    कृतसुरतारकसङ्गरतारकसङ्गरतारकसूनुसुते ।

                                                                                                                                    Krita Sura Taraka Sangara Taraka Sangara Taraka Sunu Sute

                                                                                                                                    kṛtasuratārakasaṅgaratārakasaṅgaratārakasūnusute

                                                                                                                                    mother of Skanda, the son who rescued the gods in the war against the demon Taraka;

                                                                                                                                      सुरथसमाधिसमानसमाधिसमाधिसमाधिसुजातरते

                                                                                                                                      Suratha Samadhi Samana Samadhi Samadhi Samadhi Sujata Rate

                                                                                                                                      surathasamādhisamānasamādhisamādhisamādhisujātarate

                                                                                                                                      you were pleased by the deep meditation of King Suratha and the merchant Samadhi —

                                                                                                                                        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १७ ॥

                                                                                                                                        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                                                                        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                                                                        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                                                                          Verse 18

                                                                                                                                          पदकमलं करुणानिलये वरिवस्यति योऽनुदिनं स शिवे

                                                                                                                                          Pada Kamalam Karunanilaye Varivasyati Yo Nudinam Sa Shive

                                                                                                                                          padakamalaṃ karuṇānilaye varivasyati yo'nudinaṃ sa śive

                                                                                                                                          O home of compassion, O auspicious one — whoever worships your lotus feet every day,

                                                                                                                                            अयि कमले कमलानिलये कमलानिलयः स कथं न भवेत् ।

                                                                                                                                            Ayi Kamale Kamala Nilaye Kamala Nilayah Sa Katham Na Bhavet

                                                                                                                                            ayi kamale kamalānilaye kamalānilayaḥ sa kathaṃ na bhavet

                                                                                                                                            O lotus goddess who lives in the lotus — how could they not become a home for Lakshmi?

                                                                                                                                              तव पदमेव परम्पदमित्यनुशीलयतो मम किं न शिवे

                                                                                                                                              Tava Padameva Parampadam Ityanushilayato Mama Kim Na Shive

                                                                                                                                              tava padameva parampadamityanuśīlayato mama kiṃ na śive

                                                                                                                                              Your feet alone are the highest goal — for me, who holds to this, what is not possible, O auspicious one?

                                                                                                                                                जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १८ ॥

                                                                                                                                                Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                                                                                jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                                                                                victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                                                                                  Verse 19

                                                                                                                                                  कनकलसत्कलसिन्धुजलैरनुषिञ्चति ते गुणरङ्गभुवम्

                                                                                                                                                  Kanaka Lasat Kala Sindhu Jalair Anushinchati Te Guna Ranga Bhuvam

                                                                                                                                                  kanakalasatkalasindhujalairanuṣiñcati te guṇaraṅgabhuvam

                                                                                                                                                  Whoever bathes your sacred ground with river water poured from shining golden pots —

                                                                                                                                                    भजति स किं न शचीकुचकुम्भतटीपरिरम्भसुखानुभवम् ।

                                                                                                                                                    Bhajati Sa Kim Na Shachi Kucha Kumbha Tati Parirambha Sukhanubhavam

                                                                                                                                                    bhajati sa kiṃ na śacīkucakumbhataṭīparirambhasukhānubhavam

                                                                                                                                                    will they not know heavenly bliss, like Indra in the embrace of his queen Shachi?

                                                                                                                                                      तव चरणं शरणं करवाणि नतामरवाणि निवासि शिवम्

                                                                                                                                                      Tava Charanam Sharanam Karavani Natamaravani Nivasi Shivam

                                                                                                                                                      tava caraṇaṃ śaraṇaṃ karavāṇi natāmaravāṇi nivāsi śivam

                                                                                                                                                      I take refuge at your feet, where the gods and Saraswati bow, where all goodness lives —

                                                                                                                                                        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १९ ॥

                                                                                                                                                        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                                                                                        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                                                                                        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                                                                                          Verse 20

                                                                                                                                                          तव विमलेन्दुकुलं वदनेन्दुमलं सकलं ननु कूलयते

                                                                                                                                                          Tava Vimalendu Kulam Vadanendum Alam Sakalam Nanu Kulayate

                                                                                                                                                          tava vimalendukulaṃ vadanendumalaṃ sakalaṃ nanu kūlayate

                                                                                                                                                          Your pure, moon-like face draws all things towards you;

                                                                                                                                                            किमु पुरुहूतपुरीन्दुमुखीसुमुखीभिरसौ विमुखीक्रियते ।

                                                                                                                                                            Kimu Puruhuta Purindu Mukhi Sumukhibhir Asau Vimukhi Kriyate

                                                                                                                                                            kimu puruhūtapurīndumukhīsumukhībhirasau vimukhīkriyate

                                                                                                                                                            could the moon-faced beauties of Indra’s heaven ever turn away such a devotee?

                                                                                                                                                              मम तु मतं शिवनामधने भवती कृपया किमुत क्रियते

                                                                                                                                                              Mama Tu Matam Shiva Nama Dhane Bhavati Kripaya Kimuta Kriyate

                                                                                                                                                              mama tu mataṃ śivanāmadhane bhavatī kṛpayā kimuta kriyate

                                                                                                                                                              but this is my belief, O you whose treasure is Shiva’s name: what can you not do by your grace?

                                                                                                                                                                जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ २० ॥

                                                                                                                                                                Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                                                                                                jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                                                                                                victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                                                                                                  Verse 21

                                                                                                                                                                  अयि मयि दीनदयालुतया कृपयैव त्वया भवितव्यमुमे

                                                                                                                                                                  Ayi Mayi Dina Dayalutaya Kripayaiva Tvaya Bhavitavyam Ume

                                                                                                                                                                  ayi mayi dīnadayālutayā kṛpayaiva tvayā bhavitavyamume

                                                                                                                                                                  O Uma, you who are kind to the helpless — please be gracious to me;

                                                                                                                                                                    अयि जगतो जननी कृपयासि यथासि तथानुमितासिरते ।

                                                                                                                                                                    Ayi Jagato Janani Kripayasi Yathasi Tathanumitasirate

                                                                                                                                                                    ayi jagato jananī kṛpayāsi yathāsi tathānumitāsirate

                                                                                                                                                                    O mother of the world, you are as compassionate as you are known to be;

                                                                                                                                                                      यदुचितमत्र भवत्युररीकुरुतादुरुतापमपाकुरुते

                                                                                                                                                                      Yaduchitam Atra Bhavatyurari Kurutad Urutapam Apakurute

                                                                                                                                                                      yaducitamatra bhavatyurarīkurutādurutāpamapākurute

                                                                                                                                                                      do whatever is right for me here, and take away my great suffering —

                                                                                                                                                                        जय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ २१ ॥

                                                                                                                                                                        Jaya Jaya He Mahishasura Mardini Ramya Kapardini Shaila Sute

                                                                                                                                                                        jaya jaya he mahiṣāsuramardini ramyakapardini śailasute

                                                                                                                                                                        victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!

                                                                                                                                                                          Closing verse (Phala Shruti)

                                                                                                                                                                          स्तुतिमिमां स्तिमितः सुसमाधिना नियमतो यमतोऽनुदिनं पठेत् ।

                                                                                                                                                                          Stutim Imam Stimitah Susamadhina Niyamato Yamato Nudinam Pathet

                                                                                                                                                                          stutimimāṃ stimitaḥ susamādhinā niyamato yamato'nudinaṃ paṭhet

                                                                                                                                                                          Whoever recites this hymn every day — calm, focused and disciplined —

                                                                                                                                                                            परमया रमया स निषेव्यते परिजनोऽरिजनोऽपि च तं भजेत् ॥

                                                                                                                                                                            Paramaya Ramaya Sa Nishevyate Parijano Rijano Pi Cha Tam Bhajet

                                                                                                                                                                            paramayā ramayā sa niṣevyate parijano'rijano'pi ca taṃ bhajet

                                                                                                                                                                            is served by Lakshmi herself, and friends and even enemies come to honour them.

                                                                                                                                                                              About Aigiri Nandini

                                                                                                                                                                              Aigiri Nandini, also called the Mahishasura Mardini Stotram, praises the goddess Durga as the slayer (mardinī) of Mahishasura, the buffalo demon. It is one of the most loved and most energetic hymns in the Hindu world, sung above all during the nine nights of Navaratri and on Durga Puja. Every verse ends with the same rousing refrain: jaya jaya he mahiṣāsura-mardini ramya-kapardini śaila-sute — “victory, victory to you, slayer of Mahishasura, lovely one with braided hair, daughter of the mountain!”

                                                                                                                                                                              The hymn swings between two moods. Some verses are pure battle: elephants’ trunks cut down, demon generals struck by her trident, war drums thundering “dumi-dumi.” Others are tender and playful — the goddess dancing to “ta-theyi, ta-theyi,” her anklets jingling, bees circling the flowers in her hair. Durga is both a fierce protector and a loving mother.

                                                                                                                                                                              The Sanskrit is famous for its musical wordplay: the same word repeated over and over with different meanings (sumanaḥ sumanaḥ sumanaḥ…), and long strings of sounds that imitate drums and dancing feet. Some of these lines are more music than meaning, which is part of the hymn’s magic. It is popularly attributed to Adi Shankaracharya, though the authorship is not certain.

                                                                                                                                                                              The Stories Inside the Hymn

                                                                                                                                                                              The birth of Durga

                                                                                                                                                                              Mahishasura, a demon who could change between buffalo and human form, won a boon that no man or god could kill him. Confident he was unbeatable, he drove the gods out of heaven.

                                                                                                                                                                              The gods gathered and, in their anger, a great light poured out of each of them. The lights merged into one blazing form — Durga, the invincible goddess, with as many arms as there were gods. Each god gave her his weapon: Shiva his trident, Vishnu his discus, Indra his thunderbolt, and the Himalaya gave her a lion to ride.

                                                                                                                                                                              Nine nights of battle

                                                                                                                                                                              Durga rode out to face Mahishasura and his armies. Their battle raged for nine days and nights as the demon kept changing shape — buffalo, lion, elephant, man. On the tenth day she pinned him with her foot and struck him down with her trident.

                                                                                                                                                                              This is the story behind Navaratri (“nine nights”) and Vijayadashami, the tenth day of victory. It is celebrated as the victory of good over evil, and of awareness over the stubborn, buffalo-like ignorance in each of us.

                                                                                                                                                                              Raktabija, the demon of blood

                                                                                                                                                                              Verse 7 mentions Raktabija, a demon with a terrible power: every drop of his blood that touched the ground grew into a new copy of him. The more he was wounded, the more demons appeared.

                                                                                                                                                                              The goddess, as Kali, spread out her tongue and drank every drop before it could fall, until Raktabija was finally defeated. The story is read as how negative thoughts multiply when fed — and how they end when awareness swallows them whole.

                                                                                                                                                                              How to Chant Aigiri Nandini

                                                                                                                                                                              When to chant

                                                                                                                                                                              • ✦The nine nights of Navaratri and on Durga Puja
                                                                                                                                                                              • ✦Tuesdays and Fridays, traditional days for the Goddess
                                                                                                                                                                              • ✦Ashtami, the eighth day of the lunar fortnight
                                                                                                                                                                              • ✦Whenever you need courage, strength or protection

                                                                                                                                                                              How many times

                                                                                                                                                                              Once through is a complete practice. During Navaratri many people chant it every day for the nine days.

                                                                                                                                                                              1. 1

                                                                                                                                                                                Read the story of Durga and Mahishasura above so the images come alive.

                                                                                                                                                                              2. 2

                                                                                                                                                                                Listen to the recording and join in on the refrain “jaya jaya he mahiṣāsura-mardini…” first.

                                                                                                                                                                              3. 3

                                                                                                                                                                                Learn the verses a few at a time using the easy reading, letting the drum-like sounds roll.

                                                                                                                                                                              4. 4

                                                                                                                                                                                Chant with energy — this is a joyful, triumphant hymn.

                                                                                                                                                                              5. 5

                                                                                                                                                                                End with the closing verse and a moment of gratitude to the Mother.

                                                                                                                                                                              Pronunciation Guide

                                                                                                                                                                              The sounds that trip people up most in this hymn, and how to say them.

                                                                                                                                                                              mahiṣāsura

                                                                                                                                                                              ṣ is “sh”, long “aa”: ma-hi-shaa-su-ra.

                                                                                                                                                                              mardini

                                                                                                                                                                              A rolled “r”: mar-di-ni (one who crushes).

                                                                                                                                                                              kapardini

                                                                                                                                                                              ka-par-di-ni — “with braided hair.”

                                                                                                                                                                              śaila-sute

                                                                                                                                                                              “sh” sound and a long “ai” as in “aisle”: shy-la su-tay.

                                                                                                                                                                              repeated syllables

                                                                                                                                                                              Lines like “sumanaḥ sumanaḥ…” and “dhudhukuṭa dhukkuṭa…” are meant to sound like music — follow the rhythm of the recording.

                                                                                                                                                                              Aigiri Nandini (Mahishasura Mardini Durga Stotram) by Son of Kali

                                                                                                                                                                              The music

                                                                                                                                                                              Aigiri Nandini (Mahishasura Mardini Durga Stotram)

                                                                                                                                                                              by Son of Kali

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                                                                                                                                                                              Frequently Asked Questions

                                                                                                                                                                              What does Aigiri Nandini mean?

                                                                                                                                                                              “Ayi giri-nandini” means “O daughter of the mountain.” It is the opening phrase of the hymn and refers to Durga as Parvati, daughter of the Himalaya.

                                                                                                                                                                              What is the Mahishasura Mardini Stotram?

                                                                                                                                                                              It is the full name of the hymn: a stotram (hymn of praise) to Durga as mardini, the slayer, of Mahishasura the buffalo demon.

                                                                                                                                                                              Who wrote Aigiri Nandini?

                                                                                                                                                                              It is popularly attributed to Adi Shankaracharya, but the authorship is uncertain and some traditions credit other poets.

                                                                                                                                                                              When should Aigiri Nandini be chanted?

                                                                                                                                                                              It is especially chanted during Navaratri and Durga Puja, and on Tuesdays, Fridays and Ashtami. It can be chanted any time you want courage or protection.

                                                                                                                                                                              What are the benefits of chanting Aigiri Nandini?

                                                                                                                                                                              Traditionally it is chanted for courage, protection, the removal of fear and negativity, and the blessings of the Divine Mother. The closing verse says the devoted are served by Lakshmi herself.

                                                                                                                                                                              How many verses does Aigiri Nandini have?

                                                                                                                                                                              The common version has 21 verses plus a closing verse. Many recordings sing a selection rather than all of them.

                                                                                                                                                                              Text: Mahishasura Mardini Stotram — public domain (Sanskrit Wikisource), with obvious typographical errors corrected to the standard sung reading. Easy reading, transliteration and English translation written for the Jaguar Medicine Tribe Mantra Library.

                                                                                                                                                                              Music: Recordings by Son of Kali, produced with AI-assisted vocals and instrumentation.

                                                                                                                                                                              Note: Benefits described here are traditional beliefs, shared for understanding — not medical or guaranteed outcomes.