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1) Heretics. Not the sleek snake in anthill coil’d I dread; nor feigned truth of men of lies,- As I, in sooth, feel fear at night of those who have not learnt the Lofty-One To know; who near the Foot of the Brow-Ey’d,- our Lord, crown’d with the braided-lock,- Yet think there’s other God. When […]
1) Alternations of feeling. Mingling with Thy true saints, that day in speechless joy I stood; Next day, with dawning daylight trouble came, and there abode. My soul grows old. Master! to seek the gleam of fadeless bliss Wand’ring I went. In grace to me, Thy slave, let loye abound! || 4 || 2) Impatience. […]
Tillai.- In the legends of the Sage it appears that he did not visit Tillai till he had seen the other shrines of Caiva worship, and had become renowned both as a devotee and as a poet. It almost appears as if there existed some rivalry between the great temple of the Pandiyan land in […]
The T.V.U.P states that this was one of the earliest of the Sage’s poems, and that it was sung at Tiru-perun-turrai. It certainly bears the impress of youth, and in many respects is inferior to some of his later poems. It is said to have for its subject the purification of the soul from the […]
1) When shall I reach the Inaccessible? The gleaming golden Hill, the flawless Pearl, the Shrine of tender love Who made me, last of man, His own, in speechless service glad! He Whom Dark Mal and Brahma baffled yet approach not,- gave Himself, rare Balm! When shall I dwell in MYSTIC UNION JOINED WITH HIM, […]
1) With melting mind I said not, ‘He is gold,’ ‘His is a ruby’s light;’ I languish’d pondering charms of damsels young. Boon indescribable, Mercies beyond compare, to me were given; He of the flowery foot, THE FATHER, MADE ME HIS, AND JOINED ME TO HIS SAINTS: SUCH WONDER HAVE WE SEEN! || 4 || […]
1) I long for Thy summons, O flawless Gem, who gav’st the wealth of Thine own roseate feet,- By the kite-banner’d King unseen,- and here mad’st me Thine own! My darkness drive far off; say ‘hither come’! The grace to gain That calls me there to dwell, BEHOLD, O SIRE, MY SOUL HATH YEARN’D! || […]
It seems probable that this song was founded upon the Buddhist formula which required the devotee to utter nine times the word saranam, three times to Buddha, three times to the law or doctrine, and three times to the congregation (=church, or order). This entire abandonment of self on the part of the disciple was […]
(THE INFINITY OF BLISS IN CIVAN) 1) Sever’d from Thee I cannot live. I, false, am sever’d from the flowr’y feet that, entering here, made my soul melt, distilling nectar sweet. Yet I, poor wretch, die not as yet; but, in a waking dream, the inner purpose of my soul I’ve lost. O Teacher,- King, […]
‘THE CHARACTERISTICS OF SACRED ENJOYMENT.’ 1) Show me Thy Face. With changing wiles the senses five bewilder me: their course Thou dost close up, Ambrosial Fount! Come, Light Suprene, that ever springing fill’st my soul! and give me grace to see Thee as Thou art. Essential Sweetness pure! O mighty Civa-Peruman, Who dwell’st in Perun-turrai’s […]
