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Home / Hinduism Perspective / Hymn XXVIII Sivapuranam Vaazhap Pathu No Joy In Life Translation in English

Hymn XXVIII Sivapuranam Vaazhap Pathu No Joy In Life Translation in English

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 ||

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