1) Longing for release.
Transcendent One, extending through both earth and heaven,
THOU SEE’ST TO NONE BUT THEE I CLING!-
O Civa-puram’s King! In glorious beauty bright,
Civan, in holy Perun-turrai’s shrine,
Who dwell’st! To whom make I my plaint, whom blame, if Thou
Who mad’st me Thine deny Thy grace?
THOU SEE’ST NO JOY have I upon this sea-girt earth;
BE GRACIOUS, BID ME COME TO THEE! || 4 ||
2)
Me, worthless one, Thou mad’st in grace Thine own, great Gem,-
THOU SEE’ST TO NONE BUT THEE I CLING!-
Whose form unique even those in yonder world know not,
past thought of both,- all piercing power
Thou art, the glorious Lord! O Civa-puram’s King!
Civan, in Perun-turrai’s shrine
Who dwell’st our mighty Lord, Thou Ruler of my soul,
BE GRACIOUS, BID ME COME TO THEE! || 8 ||
3)
That foot alone I seek that Mal in songs extolled;
THOU SEE’ST TO NONE BUT THEE I CLING!-
Thou sought’st me, mad’st me Thine, O Civa-puram’s King!
Civan, in Perun-turrai’s shrine
Who dwell’st. Though I complain, in Thee my soul delights;
to gain anew Thy love my thought;
Thou see’st my heart is faint, I have no joy in life;
BE GRACIOUS, BID ME COME TO THEE! || 12 ||
4)
Thou Who the gleaming rebel-town didst swift consume,
THOU SEE’ST TO NONE BUT THEE I CLING!-
Dancer, Who bid’st in Tillai, Civa-puram’s King!
Civan, in Perun-turrai’s shrine
Who dwell’st, the three worlds’ bounds that day the twain pass’d through,
and saw nor first nor last of Thee,
In might so didst Thou rise! Thou see’st I joy not here;-
BE GRACIOUS, BID ME COME TO THEE! || 16 ||
5) Absolute self-surrender.
Partner of Her whose words are sweetest melody!
THOU SEE’ST TO NONE BUT THEE I CLING!-
Surely Thou mad’st me Thine, O Civa-puram’s King!
Civan, in holy Perun-turrai’s shrine
Who dwell’st,- the whole: my body, mouth, nose, ears, and eyes:-
all these in Thy control I place.
THOU SEE’ST THY SERVANT HATH NO JOYS UPON THIS EARTH;-
BE GRACIOUS, BID ME COME TO THEE! || 20 ||
6) The sense’s power.
Partner of Her with footfall downy soft,
THOU SEE’ST TO NONE BUT THEE I CLING!-
Thou mad’st me wholly Thine, O Civa-puram’s King!
Civan, in Perun-turrai’s shrine
Who dwell’st,- me trembling cur, Thou mad’st Thine own; that grace
through senses’ perturbation I forgot;
THOU SEE’ST THAT IN DECEPTION LOST, I JOY NOT HERE;-
BE GRACIOUS, BID ME COME TO THEE! || 24 ||
7)
Thou Light, that shin’st a Sun through all the spheres,
THOU SEE’ST TO NONE BUT THEE I CLING!-
Sacred, supremely glorious Civa-Puram’s King!
Civan, in Perun-turrai’s shrine
Who dwell’st, Thee I see; – my melting soul dissolves,
‘wilder’d I know not any way in life to joy.
THOU SEE’ST I, FOLLY’S CHILD, CAN IN THIS LIFE PARTAKE NO JOY,
BE GRACIOUS, BID ME COME TO THEE! || 28 ||
8)
Partner of Her whose fingers jewels rare adorn,
THOU SEE’ST TO NONE BUT THEE I CLING!-
Thou art like ruddy flame, O Civa-puram’s King!
Civan, in Perun-turrai’s shrine
Who dwell’st,- endless Ambrosia,- Essence rare and great,-
Ambrosia rare,- Thy servant Thou didst save,
And mad’st me Thine, IN LIFE I CANNOT JOY THOU SEE’ST;
BE GRACIOUS, BID ME COME TO THEE! || 32 ||
9)
Thou’rt sin’s Destroyer, save Thy healing foot alone,
THOU SEE’ST TO NOUGHT BESIDE I CLING!-
God of all gods, O Civa-puram’s King! Civan,
in sacred Perun-turrai’s shrine Who dwell’st
Through the three worlds passing, above below the twain,
as roaring flame Thou didst uplift Thy form.
Lord of the bull! THOU SEE’ST IN LIFE I CANNOT JOY;
BE GRACIOUS, BID ME COME TO THEE! || 36 ||
10)
Partner of Her, Thy bride, of faultless old renown,
THOU SEE’ST TO NONE BUT THEE I CLING!-
Thou wear’st the crescent moon, O Civa-puram’s King!
Civan, in sacred Perun-turrai’s shrine
Who dwell’st,- shall I bow down to others? shall I praise?
or may think them aids for me? speak Thou!
Lord of the youthful bull! THOU SEE’ST I KNOW NO JOY;
BE GRACIOUS, BID ME COME TO THEE! || 40 ||