शनि देव · Marathi आरती
जय जय श्रीशनिदेवा (मराठी आरती)
जय जय श्रीशनिदेवा । पद्मकर शिरीं ठेवा ।
आरती ओवाळितों । मनोभावें करुनी सेवा ॥ धृ ॥
सूर्यसुता शनिमूर्ती । तुझी अगाध कीर्ती ।
एक मुखें काय वर्णूं । शेषा न चले स्फूर्ती ॥ १ ॥
नवग्रहामाजीं श्रेष्ठ । पराक्रम थोर तुझा ।
ज्यावरी कृपा करिसी । होय रंकाचा राजा ॥ २ ॥
विक्रमासारिखा हो । शककर्ता पुण्यराशी ।
गर्व धरितां शिक्षा केली । बहु छळियलें त्यासी ॥ ३ ॥
शंकराच्या वरदानें । गर्व रावणें केला ।
साडेसाती येतां त्यासी । समूळ नाशासी नेला ॥ ४ ॥
प्रत्यक्ष गुरुनाथा । चमत्कार दावियेला ।
नेऊनी शूलापाशी । पुन्हा सन्मान केला ॥ ५ ॥
ऐसे गुण किती गाऊं । धणी न पुरे गातां ।
कृपा करी दीनावरी । महाराजा समर्था ॥ ६ ॥
दोन्ही कर जोडूनियां । रखमां लीन सदा पायीं ।
प्रसाद हाचि मागे । उदयकाळ सौख्य दावीं ॥ ७ ॥
The complete aarti in Roman script – for anyone who can't read Marathi Devanagari.
Jay jay shrishanideva | padmakar shirin theva |
Arti ovaliton | manobhaven karuni seva || dhri ||
Suryasuta shanimurti | tujhi agadh kirti |
Ek mukhen kay varnun | shesha na chale sphurti || 1 ||
Navagrahamajin shreshth | parakram thor tujha |
Jyavri kripa karisi | hoy rankacha raja || 2 ||
Vikramasarikha ho | shakakarta punyarashi |
Garva dharitan shiksha keli | bahu chhaliylen tyasi || 3 ||
Shankarachya vardane | garva ravnen kela |
Sadesati yetan tyasi | samul nashasi nela || 4 ||
Pratyaksh gurunatha | chamatkar daviyela |
Neuni shulapashi | punha sanman kela || 5 ||
Aise gun kiti gaun | dhani na pure gatan |
Kripa kari dinavri | maharaja samartha || 6 ||
Donhi kar joduniyan | rakhman lin sada payin |
Prasad hachi mage | udaykal saukhya davin || 7 ||
What the aarti says, in simple English.
Victory to Shani Dev – place your lotus hand on my head; I wave the aarti and serve you with all my heart. Son of Surya, your fame is boundless; even Shesha with a thousand tongues would lose inspiration describing you. You are the greatest of the nine planets and your power is great – whoever you bless turns from pauper to king. You taught a lesson even to King Vikrama, founder of an era and full of merit, when he became proud; Ravana grew proud through Shiva's boon, and when your Sade Sati came you destroyed him root and branch. You showed your miracle and, after bringing Vikrama to the stake, restored his honour. How many of your virtues can I sing – I am never satisfied. Be kind to the humble, great Lord. With folded hands Rakhma stays absorbed at your feet and asks only this prasad: show us happiness in the time of rising fortune.
Text as printed in the Marathi Arati Sangrah – sanskritdocuments.org (1999 edition, supplied by Pothipuran). Aartis are sung with small differences from region to region and family to family – if your family sings it differently, both are right.
No other printed readings recorded yet for this aarti.
