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    tiruvAcakam -part I
    English Translation,
    Commentary of (late) Rev.G.U. Pope

    HYMN 1 (civapurANam)
    Civans way of Old (or)
    Civans Course from Everlasting

    This has always been considered the first of MAnikka-vACagars poems,
    and it has all the characteristics of a preface, as enumerated in the NannUl;
    but its very technical completeness makes its genuineness doubtful; and it
    rather apperars to have been added by the Tillai assembly when the lyrics
    of the Saint were first collected. In the VAthavUrar purANam(V II) it is
    said that after the divine Master had returned to Kailacam, the sage with
    the 999 devotees remained under the Kurunthu tree at Perunn-turrai, where
    the God had first appeared to him; erected a shrine there, and spent this
    time in adoration and praise, until his fellow-worshippers passed through
    the fire to Civan, leaving him alone. To this, the first period of his
    religious history, the following three poems belong; and also according
    to tradition, lyrics 19, 20, 23-29, 32-34, 36, 38, 39, 41-48, and perhaps
    a few others.
    Here all the Tamil lines are of four feet, except the last, which has
    three only. The connection is VeNTaLai. The metre is veng-kalipA.

    Hail, the five letters! Hail, foot of the Lord !
    Hail, foot of Him Who not for an instant quits my heart !
    Hail, foot of the Guru-pearl that rules in GOgari !
    Hail, foot of Him Who becomes, abides, draws near as the Agamam !
    Hail, foot of Him, the One, the Not-One, and the King ! (5)

    Victory to the foot of the King, who soothed my souls unrest and made me His !
    Victory to the jewelled foot of Pinnagan, who severs continuity of birth !
    Victory to the flower-foot of Him Who is far from those without !
    Victory to the anklets of the King, rejoicing mid those that fold adoring hands !
    Victory to the anklets of the glorious One, who uplifts those that bow the head ! (10)

    Praise to the foot of ICan ! Praise to my Fathers foot !
    Praise to the foot of the Teacher ! Praise to Civans roseate foot !
    Praise to the foot of the Stainless, who in love stood near !
    Praise to the foot of the King, who cuts off delusive birth !
    Praise to the foot of glorious Perun-turrais God ! (15)
    Praise to the Mount, in grace affording pleasures that cloy not !

    Because He, Civan, within my thought abides,
    By His grace alone, bowing before His feet,
    With joyous thought, Civans Ways of Old Ill tell,
    That thus my former deeds may wholly pass. (20)

    I came, attained the grace the Brow-eyed showed,
    Adored the beauteous foot by thought unreached.
    O Thou, Who fillst the heaven, Who fillst the earth, art manifested light,
    Transcending thought, Thou boundless One ! Thy glory great
    I, man of evil deeds know not the way to praise ! (25)

    Grass was I, shrub was I, worm, tree,
    Full many a kind of beast, bird, snake,
    Stone, man, and demon. Midst Thy hosts I served.
    The form of mighty Asuras, ascetics, gods I bore.
    Within these immobile and mobile forms of life, (30)
    In every species born, weary Ive grown, great Lord !

    Truly, seeing Thy golden feet this day, Ive gained release.
    O Truth! as the OngAram dwelling in my soul,
    That I may scape. O spotless one ! O Master of the bull !
    Lord of the VEdas! Rising, sinking, spreading, subtile One ! (35)
    Thou art the heat ! and Thou the cold ! the Master Thou, O spotless One !
    Thou camst in grace, that all things false might flee,
    True Wisdom, gleaming bright in splendour true,
    To me, void of all wisdom, blissful Lord !
    O Wisdom fair, causing unwisdom self to flee far off ! (40)

    Thou knowst no increase, measure, end ! All worlds
    Thou dost create, protect, destroy, enrich with grace,
    Release. Thou causest me to enter mid Thy servant band.
    More subtile Thou than fragrance. Thouart afar, art near.
    Thou art the Mystic word, transcending word and thought. (45)
    As when are mingled milk, sweet juice of cane and butter,
    Thou dost distil, like honey, in the thought of glorious devotees,
    And cuttest off the continuity of births - our mighty One !

    Thou hast the colours five ! While heavenly ones extolled
    Thou didst lie hid, our mighty Lord ! In the strong grasp of deeds, (50)
    I lay, hidden amid illusions shrouding gloom.
    Thou binding with rare cords of virtue and of sin,
    Didst clothe with outer skin, enveloping with worms and filth, -
    Within my nine-gated dwelling foul bewildered,
    By the five senses sore deceived, - (55)
    To me, mean as I was, with no good thing, Thou didst grant grace,
    That I, with mind erewhile embruted, - pure one ! - should
    Become commingling love, in soul-subduing rapture melt !
    Thou camst in grace on this same earth, didst show Thy mighty feet
    To me who lay mere slave, - meaner than any dog, - (60)
    Essential grace more precious than a mothers love !

    Spotless splendour ! Brightness of full-blown flower !
    O Teacher ! Honied ambrosia ! Lord of Civa-town !
    O venerated One, Guardian, Looser of PAcams tie,
    Working in grace of love, that in my mind delultion may die out ! (65)
    Great river of exceeding tenderness, with ceaseless flow !
    Ambrosia that satiates not ! Infinite, almighty Lord !
    Light unseen that lurks within the souls that sought Thee not !
    Thou Who abidest in my soul, till melting waters flow !
    Thou Who art without pleasure or pain, Who yet hast both ! (70)
    Loving to loving ones ! Effulgent One, Who all things art,
    And their negation too ! Great Master, whom no darkness gathers round !
    First One, Thourt End and Midst, and art devoid of these !
    Father, Lord, Who drewst, and madst me Thine !
    Eye of the minds that see by keenest glance of wisdom true, (75)
    Hard to be eyed ! Subtle understanding, none can scrutinize !
    Holy ! Who comest not, nor goest, nor mingling livst !
    Guardian who guardest us ! Great Light whom none can see !
    Flood of delight ! Father ! Light of all passing splendours
    That appear ! Unutterably subtle Intellect ! (80)
    Of all that in this world diverse pronounced as truth
    Is known, Thou art the knowledge sure ! Full certitude !
    Precious ambrosia, fountain welling up within ! My Owner Thou !

    I cant endure, our Guru, in this changing straitened frame to bide.
    Aran! All Thy saints made true invoke Thee, (85)
    Worshipping abide, and praising Thee, from falsehood freed,
    Hither return no more ! That deeds and birth cling not,
    To sever bonds of this deceitful sensuous frame the might is Thine !
    Lord who dost dance, trampling dense darkness down !
    Dancer in Thillai ! Dweller in the Southern PAndi land ! (90)
    Thou Who dost cut off evil birth ! - Adoring ever, Thee they name,
    Whom words declare not; then NEATH THY SACRED FEET
    In Civans town who dwell, - full many a one, - beneath
    The feet of Civan, lowly bending utter praise. (95)

    HYMN II . kIrttit tiru akaval
    (composed in Tillai, tiru vAtavUrar purANam, v. 62)

    The sacred foot that danced in Tillais city old
    Is His, Who in all varied lives has energized;
    Revealed in beauty of innumerous, varied qualities;
    In earth, in sky, and in celestial worlds.
    All ordered lore hath He revealed, and He made void. (5)
    My darkness hath He driven for aye far off.
    Within His servants inmost soul that love oerflows
    He dwells, - His glory and His choice.
    On great MahEndras biding hill
    In grace He caused the uttered Agamas appear. (10)
    He came with the good goddess,
    Pleasant and gracious, mingling with men at KallAdam.
    With her whose words are milk in the fivefold couch,
    He caused sweet grace, that unfailing accumulates, to grow.
    In guise of a woodman, of her whose lips are crimson, (15)
    He sank in the lovely expanse of the swelling breast.
    Becoming a fisherman He caught the shark.
    And he received the Agamas, a rich spoil.
    Moreover, on MahEndra seated, the self-same Agamas
    From His five mouths He graciously spake forth. (20)
    In our abode a BrAhman He became,
    And as a deathless Guru dwelt in grace.
    Assuming diverse forms, and diverse habitudes,
    As hundreds of hundreds of thousands of natures,
    I Can, Lord of the bull, that the world might be saved, - (25)
    He and the Lady, His partner, - came in grace.
    Bringing horses, in the Western land,
    Right royally He rode in state.
    In fair PuttUr, town of the dart, upon the bull He rode,
    Made manifest His state and glorious pomp. (30)
    In a mirror, at PuttUr of the santhal-wood,
    Gave increase to the woodman armed with bow.
    His form all flame, that held the gram-bag,
    In magic beauty exquisite, of old he showed.
    He whose extent to Hari and to BrahmA was not known, (35)
    In goodness jackals into horse made,
    To make him His, He of the sacred foot,
    The chargers to the PAndiyan sold,
    Nor deigned to take the heaped-up gold.
    Our King made me His slave, and in the path of grace to keep, (40)
    Made manifest the ancient brightening ray.
    Becoming a BrAhman, graciously making me His own,
    He showed the magic illusion.
    Coming to Madura, the city great and fair,
    He became a horses groom. (45)
    And therein too, for the female devotee
    He condescended to carry earth.
    In Uttara-KOca-Mangai abiding
    He showed His special form.
    In PUvanam he vouchsafed to appear in beauty, (50)
    And showed His ancient spotless form.
    In VAthavUr he came sweetly gracious
    And caused the sound of His tinkling anklets to be heard.
    In Perun-turrais blissful home, a Blessed One He dwelt,
    And guileful, in undimmed lustre hid Himself. (55)
    In PUvalam, beauteous, sweet and gracious,
    He sin destroyed.
    A water-booth he placed, to gain the victory,
    And graciously became an attendant who serves water.
    He came a guest to VenkAdu. (60)
    Beneath the Kurunthu tree He sat that day.
    In royal Mangai, in fair beauty throned,
    The eight great mystic powers in grace He gave.
    Becoming a hunter, and assuming the form He desired,
    In the forest with guile He lay hid. (65)
    Exhibiting a body, assumed at pleasure,
    He bore the fitting form.
    In Jackal-town well pleased in grace
    He became an earthly babe.
    In PANTUr He came to dwell. (70)
    In the resplendent island, in the south of DEvUr,
    He assumed kingly state.
    In sacred ArUr, famed for its honey-dripping groves,
    He bestowed the gift of wisdom.
    In Idai-maruthu, by hosts attended,
    He planted His pure foot. (75)
    Assuming the nature of Ekambam,
    He became partner with his never-sundered queen.
    In glory He dwelt in sacred VAnjiyam,
    And delighted in the society of her of perfumed locks. (80)
    He became an attendant bearing a mighty bow,
    And assumed many various appearances,
    He dwelt in a spacious home in KadambUr;
    And showed Himself in beauty in the hill IngOy.
    He became a Caivan in AiyAru. (85)
    He abode with desire in Turutti.
    In the town of the sacred palm He dwelt desired.
    In Karumalam He manifested His presence.
    In the Vultures Hill He dwelt without a flaw.
    In Purrambayam He taught virtues manifold. (90)
    In KutRAlam He was for a sign.
    Concealing His endless greatness in form of fire,
    In beauteous disguise the only primal One assumed a form,
    In magic splendour came in grace,
    Took each ones nature into Himself,- (95)
    Being the infinite Lord of grace, our king,-
    Became a Sage as moonlight bright.
    Thro upper air descending to the beauteous LAND
    He came in fairest form and filled with grace,-
    Lord of the HILL MahEnthiram, mountain of mystic lore, (100)
    The King of grace, immeasurably great !

    If one could tell the way He made me His:
    He showed His sacred form of power and grace;
    He exhibited His BANNER of sacred ashes;
    The RIVER of rapture that straightway (105)
    All human vileness sweeps away, in grace He gave:
    The Partner of the DAME, in mercy great !
    While the great NATHA-DRUM spake loud
    He made me His, so that impurity touches not.
    He bears the mystic SPEAR, (110)
    The splendour He whose flame pure light emits,
    Who cuts away the primal threefold bond;
    A loving one, the lotus GARLAND blue
    In fragrant loveliness He wore;
    Hari and BrahmA knew not Him to mete; (115)
    On prancing charger forth He rode.
    He shows in grace the way knows no return;
    The old dominion of the PAndi LAND is His;

    He bears to bliss supern His pious saints
    Uttara-KOca-Mangai is His TOWN; (120)
    To the primeval Beings He gives grace,
    The GOD OF GODS His sacred NAME;
    His VEHICLE is gift of joy dispels the dark;
    His the MOUNT of grace that greatness gives,
    Fitted to each ones lofty nature, each ones power; (125)
    Meetly in love He makes them His;-
    Me, cur, in Tillai filled with good,
    He bade draw nigh thall-glorious company;
    Yet, Ah ! He left me here.
    That day His servants who gained grace to go with Him, (130)
    Mingled in perfect union with Himself,
    While those that gained it not leaped on the fire !
    Then did bewilderment come over them,
    On earth they rolled, they fell, they wailed,
    They rushed with eager foot to reach the sea; (135)
    Our Lord, Our Lord, they wept and called.

    While those who gained His foot pressed near,
    And cried, Celestial Dancer, who to Patanjali gave grace,
    And yearned to gain satiety of bliss,
    He dances mid the company of beauteous Tiger-town, (140)
    That golden beauty like HimAlaya wears,
    There to Umai, whose roseate mouth is filled with sweetness,
    And to KAli grants the beauteous smile of His blest countenance.
    Thus the King with His assembled saints
    Joyous hath entered Tiger-town, with garners filled, (145)
    High Lord of Kailai that resounds with rapturous song.

    HYMN III - thiruvanndappahudi

    This poem has an introduction of twenty eight lines, after which the praises
    of Civan are intermingled with somewhat intricate but ingenious allegories.
    The whole partakes of the nature of a rhapsody, - not without some sublimity,
    - and can be fully appreciated by those only who have studied the whole Caiva
    system as shown in Notes I-XVII. It is an imitation, it would seem of the
    Sanskrit Catarudriya or Hyme to Rudra. Yet, Civan - the Auspicious - is
    imagined by the Tamil Caivaites quite otherwise than by the northern and
    more ancient authorities Civan in the south is the Guru, the friend, ulmost
    the familiar companion, of His votaries, and is addressed with a mixture of
    awe and of simple affection that has a peculiar effect . Through all
    MAnikkaVacagar poems this personal relation of the God as manifested
    Guru to His devotees or disciples is, of course most prominent. I am not
    aware of anything quite like this in the mythology of the north though among
    the worshippers of Vishnu in His various incarnations something analogous may
    exist. Here lines 1-12 are very intricate, and emphasize two thoughts (1) that
    the Supreme in His greatness embraces all, and pervades the minutest things in
    His universe; and (2) that He is the unique Being, whose wondrous and admirable
    sublimity is not to be fully comprehended by any finite beings, gods or men. The
    two epithets the the Great One (line 6), and the Beautiful one. (line 12).

    The idea of lines 13-16 is peculiar to the Caiva system, which teaches that
    there are three great processes carried on by Civan, the Supreme, in the Universe.
    In the beginning of each aeon He evolves the phenomenal universe, and through
    countless ages sustains it as the theatre of births and deaths - of the whole
    drama of metampsychosis; and at the end of each aeon He involves the phenomenal
    universe in its primal elements. These three processes of evolution,conservation
    and involution, are commonly assigned to three deities, of whom BrahmA is the
    Creator, Vishnu the Preserver, and Civan the Destroyer. This however was seen
    to give to Civan an office apparently inferior, and certainly less gracious,
    than that which belongs to the other Gods. The South-Indian Caiva system boldly
    faces this difficulty. According to it there is really but one God. He is
    called, among many other names, Civan the Blessed One. Vishnu and BrahmA
    and the other so-called gods are but dependent souls like the rest, and at
    the beginning of each aeon their place and office for that aeon are assigned
    them by the Supreme as the result of merits accumulated. The BrahmA of the
    present aeon is the Demiurge or fashioner of The evolved Universe: he puts
    it into shape, and is the mere agent of Civan. This system invites us to
    contemplate the universe at the beginning of each aeon awaiting the action
    of the Supreme. Existence is eternal; it is subject to what are called
    deluges, or overhelming catastrophes, in which all the heavens, and all
    the regions of the abyss, all worlds, and all beings are restored to their
    rudimental condition, after which, by the will and operation of Civan they
    resume their normal manifestations. What exists at the beginning of an aeon

    First, we have the Lord, Pathi, Sivan, PerumAn. He is the First Cause of
    all things; the only God. Inseparable from Himself, dwelling in Him,is His
    personified energy or Sakti --- his bride said to be the originator, source,
    fountain, beginning of all emotion, action, wisdom, and grace.

    Secondly, we have Souls, lives, atomic existences,the flocks, pacu.
    These have now no embodiment , no powers, energies, or faculties,abiding
    like birds sleeping in the night on the branchces of some mighty tree,
    hardly to be distinguished from the tree itself, save that they live. These
    are definite in number, and are eternal; no addition can ever be made to the
    number of souls that are alive in the universe, none of them can ever die.
    Since, as we shall see, these may gain absolute identification with Civan-PerumAn
    and thus be embodied no more, the number of embodied souls diminishes; but no
    soul ceases to exist even after obtaining release, and being taken into God.
    It may be, according to this system, that the time shall arrive when all embodied
    lives have obtained release, and then the worlds will for ever cease and Civan
    be all in all. Each of these souls has its load of deeds which are stored up,
    and are a parte ante, eternal; the result of which, in pleasure or in pain,
    each soul in some embodied form must experience. As the Caiva system says, The
    fruit of deeds must be eaten

    These souls, at the beginning of each aeon, crouch waiting for their embodiments.
    There are now no evolved worldsno heaven, no hell, no gods and demons, men.
    All these have been, and shall be,but now are not. That SOULS may be furnished
    with embodiments, and with worlds in which they may experience their fate, we
    have thirdly, the Bond, pAcam the eternal material cause of the creation. This
    is threefold, pure maya, impure maya and prakrithi, the of offspring of the
    latter, which is undefined. These three categories PATHI, PACU and PACAM -
    which we call roughly The God, SOUL AND MATTER Are the subjects expounded
    in the Caiva Siddhantha Philosophy.

    Civans palpable and subtle existence

    The developement of the sphere of the elemental universe,
    Its immeasurable nature, and abundant phenomena,
    If one would tell their beauty in all its particulars,
    As when, more than a hundred millions in number spread abroad,
    The thronging atoms are seen in the ray that enters the house, (5)
    So is He the GREAT ONE, Who exists in the minutest elements.
    If you would know Him, BrahmA and the rest with MAl,
    His greatness, source, glory, and end,
    Conjoined with His eternity, His extent, His abiding essence,
    His subtile ant palpable manifestations, (10)
    They sought to understand. As the rush of a mighty whirlwind
    The Beauteous One drave them far in whirling course !

    The operations of the Supreme

    He is the Ancient One, Who creates the Creator of all;
    He is the God, Who preserves the Preserver of things created;
    He is the God, Who destroys the Destroyer; (15)
    But, thinking without thought, regards the things destroyed.
    To the six sacred sects with their six diverse kinds of men
    He is the attainment of deliverance; and Source of being to the heavenly ones
    He is the Possessor of all, Who resembles an insect.
    Day by day He to the sun its lustre gave. (20)
    In the sacred moon He placed its coolness;
    Kindled in the mighty fire its heat;
    In the pure ether placed pervasive power;
    Endued the ambiant wind with energy;
    To the streams that gleam in the shade their savour sweet, (25)
    And to the expanded earth with its strength He gave;
    For ever and aye, me and millions other than me,
    All in their several cells hath He enclosed.

    Forty epithets
    See Him the First! See Him the Whole !
    See Him Himself, Being without compare ! (30)
    See Him adorned with the wild boars ancient tusk !
    See Him Whose girdle is the forest tigers skin !
    See Him with ash besmeared ! Wheneer I think and think,
    See, I cannot bear the thought ! I perish overwhelmed !
    See, in the sweet voiced lute He is the melody ! (35)
    See, each thing, as its essence is, He knows !
    See Him, the Infinite ! See Him, the Ancient One !
    See Him, the Great One Whom BrahmA and MAl saw not !
    See Him, the Wonderful! See, the Manifold !
    See Him, the Ancient One, transcending words ! (40)
    See, He dwells afar where human thought goes not !
    See, He is taken in the net of piety !
    See Him that One, Whose title is the only One !
    See, He extends throughout the wide extended earth !
    See Him, more subtile than an atom small ! (45)
    See Him, the King incomparably great !
    See Him, the Precious One, rarest of all thats rare!
    See, mingling with all beings, each one He cherishes !
    See Him, the Subtile One, Whom science fails to see !
    See Him, above, below, He spreads ! (50)
    See the beginning and the ending He transcends !
    See, the bond and loosing He ordains !
    See, He is That that stands, and That that goes !
    See, He discerns the aeon and its end !
    See Him, the Lord Whom all may gain ! (55)
    See, Civan Whom the gods know not !
    See Him. the Male, the Female, and neither one!
    See, even I have seen Him with my eyes !
    See, the ambrosial Fount, yielding abounding grace!

    Lo, I have seen His mercy s might ! (60)
    See, His roseate Foot this earth hath trod !
    See Him, even I have known, the Blessed One !
    See, in grace He made me His !
    See, her His Spouse whose eyes are dark-blue lotus flowers !
    See, Her and Him together stand ! (65)

    The Sea and the Cloud

    Lines 66-95 are well nigh untranslateable, for they contain a subtle and
    intricate allegory, by means of which the grace of the manifested Civan, who
    is praised under the title of the Cloud is set forth. The idea is that the
    Infinite sea of rapturous supreme felicity is Civan, but - as the Cloud in the
    monsoon season sucks up water from the sea, and rises in black masses that cover
    the sky, while all the phenomena of the wonderful outburst of the beneficient,
    but also fearful, monsoon are exhibited - so does the Supreme manifest Himself
    as the Guru, the Object of Love, and Give of grace to His worshippers. In the
    monsoon season, lightnings flash from one end of the sky to the other, crested
    torrents sweep down over the hills, bearing with them uprooted plants and trees,
    and not unseldom huge snakes that have been disturbed from their rocky mountain
    hiding places. The various kinds of Gloriosa spread forth their beautiful
    flowers like supplicating hands, while every valley and hollow is filled with
    water. Meanwhile, as the heat is most intense just before the burst of the
    monsoon, the poet pictures a troop of thirsty antelopes, deluded by the mirage
    which seems to offer them refreshing streams and shade: disappointed they are
    left to die of thirst in the wilderness. Meanwhile the pain of the fierce heat
    has ceased. Down the gorges of the hill the torrent rushes, and is received
    into tanks prepared for it by the expectant husbandmen. These lakes are fragrant
    with beautiful flowers, and on their banks the maidens have kindled fires with
    aromatic woods, at which they dry their hair and garments after the refreshing
    bath. The cultivators may now sow their seed and expect a rich harvest.
    All this is the work of the black clouds which drew water from the sea to
    fertilise the earth. In these lines every particular of the description has
    its mystical meaning, which hardly needs illustration. The student will
    compare VII, 61-64.

    The ancient sea of bliss supreme is THAT indeed !
    Appearing like a black vast CLOUD,
    Arising in the hill of Petun-turrai blest,
    Whilst sacred lightnings flash frorn every point -,
    While serpent bright of sensual bondage dies -, (70)
    While the sore sorrow of the fervent heat hides itsellf;
    While the all-beauteous Hibiscus shines forth,
    Swelling in its wrath like our mortal pain,
    It sounds forth in mighty grace as a drum.
    While the kAnthal stretches out supplicating hands, (75)
    And the tender drops of sweet unfailing grace distil,
    While the gleaming torrent swells on every side,
    And rises to the highest banks of every lake -;
    The demon-car of the six sects
    Excites the thirst of the large-eyed antelope throng. (80)
    And they with eager desire crowd to drink;
    And faint with unquenched thirst haste hither and thither:-
    Meanwhile, the heavenly mighty stream
    Rises and rushes, crowned with hubbles of delight,
    Eddies around, dashes against the bank of our embodiment, (85)
    And twofold deeds of ours growing from age to age, -
    Those mighty trees, roots up and bears away.
    It rushes through the cleft of the high hills,
    Is imprisoned in the encircling lake,
    Where grow the expanded fragrant flowers, (90)
    In tank, where rises smoke of the agil, where beetles hum;
    And as it swells with ever-rising joy,
    The ploughmen-devotees in the field of worship
    Sow in rich abundance seed of love
    Hail, CLOUD-LIKE god, hard in this universe to reach ! (95)

    Ascriptions of Praise

    God Who wearst black snake for girdle, hail !
    First One, giving grace to the devout ascetics, hail !
    Warrior Who dost remove our fear, all hail !
    Thou Who dost ever draw us to Thee, make us Thine, all hail !
    Thou Who dost wipe away sorrows that gather around, all hail ! (100)
    Thou Who givst ambrosia rare to those that gain access to Thee, all hail !
    Thou Who in thick darkness dancing dost bend down, all hail!
    Lover of Her with shoulders like the swelling bamboo, hail !
    Thou Who art hostile to the hostile one, our King, all hail !
    Thou Who to thy lovers art treasure in distress, all hail ! (105)


    Praise to Thee, our Own, waving the envenomed snake !
    Praise to Thee, Great One, Who fillst our souls with pious rage !
    Praise to Thee, mighty in Thine ash-smeared form !
    In every part what moves, Thou movst it; what lies still, Thou layst to rest
    What stands, Thou dost establish. (110)
    Thou Ancient One, transcending speech,
    Not grasped by apprehension of the soul !
    Not by the eye perceived, nor by sense-organs all.
    Thou didst arrange in order, manifest the ether and all elemcnts.
    Like fragrance of the flower uprising everywhere, (115)
    Thy greatness without cease all things pervades,
    This day to me in condescending grace Thou camst
    Making this body of destruction fall away, O Being glorious !
    To-day to me in condescending grace Thou camst; I praise Thee ! (120)
    Thou Who didst fashion this decaying frame; I praise Thee !
    As fountain springing in my soul Thou makst me glad, I praise Thee !
    Whlle pleasure beyond bound like flower expands
    I know not how to bear this body vile !

    His hidings of Himself

    Bright gems flashd emerald splendour forth,-
    The lightnings play mingling with gleam of gold,- (125)
    BrahmA went up to seek Thee; Thou didst hide Thyself !
    From them who toiled with mystic scrolls didst hide Thyself!
    From those who in their homes practised virtue, Thou didst hide Thyself
    From those who, in union with Thee, fixed their contemplative soul
    Wlth painfiul effort; Thou didst hide Thyself ! (130)
    From those who boasted to see Thee by some rare device,
    By that same device, there, -didst Thou hide Thyself!
    Benign, regarding all, receiving with abundant grace
    As male appearing Thou dost change to neutral form,
    And in a bright-browed female form dost hide Thyself ! Far off (135)
    Bidding the senses five depart, passing over every trackless hill
    With frames scarce living, spurning all delights,
    Ascetic saints in contemplation dwell;-in their souls Thou fitly hidst Thyself!

    Seeming one thing, then not, eluding knowledge, Thou dost hide Thyself !
    When een of old I strove to find Thee, when to-day I strive, (140)
    Thou hidst Thyself, Deceiver ! But weve found Thee now !


    Haste, haste ye, garlands of fresh flowers
    Around His feet to bind !
    Assemble, go around, follow hard on, leave ye no gap.
    Lay hold of Him, although He hide Himself, avoid your grasp ! (145)
    The Incomparable told out His nature as it is,
    That those like me might hear.
    He called, in grace He made me His,
    He as a BrAhman showed His glory forth,
    Then, while undying love dissolved my frame, I cried; (150)
    I raised enraptured voice above the billowy seas loud waves;
    In utter wilderment I fell, I rolled, I cried aloud,
    Madman distraught, and as a maniac raved;
    While those who saw were wildered, who heard it wonderd sore.
    More than the frenzy wild of raging elephant (155)
    Bore me away beyond endurance far. Twas then through all my limbs
    A honied sweetness He infused, and made me blest.
    The ancient city of His foes with fire lit by His beauteous smile
    He caused to fall. Evn so that day
    With mighty fire of grace our humble dwellings (160)
    He destroyed that none were left.
    To me as the ripe Nelli fruit in palm He was.


    What to say I know not, Hail !-to Thee complain.
    I mere cur cannot endure ! What He hath done to me
    I understand not ! Ah Im dead ! To me Thy slave (165)
    What Thou in grace hast given I know not, tasting am not satiate,
    Though Ive imbibed I comprehend it not !
    Like flowing billows swell from out the sea of milk
    Within my soul He made deep waters rise,
    Ambrosia surpassing speech filled every pore. (170)
    This is His gracious work !
    In every body in this currish state
    He filled me full with honied sweetness;
    Ambrosial drops most marvellous
    He caused throughout my being to distil. (175)
    With tender soul, as though Hed make me as Himself,
    He formed for me a frame where grace might flow.
    And as an elephant explores fields of sweet cane, at last
    He sought, and found, and made even me to live. In me
    Mercys pure honey while He mixed, (180)
    He gave in grace supernal food: -
    Evn He Whose nature nor BrahmA knows nor MAl !

    Hymn 4 poRRith thiru agaval

    (This seems to the translator to read more like a work of UmApathi, than of our sage!)

    Lines 1-10 The Feet of Civan

    While the Four-faced and other heavenly dwellers rose,
    Adoring, sacred MAl, whose head with rays is crowned,
    With His two feet measured the threefold world,-
    While saints from the four quarters praised with all their sentient powers,
    Eager that day Thy foot and crown to know, (5)
    He then became a fierce strong boar, and rushing on
    Dug down through sevenfold regions, wearied cried at last:
    Eternal Source of all, to Thee be triumphs manifold !
    Yet though He worship paid, Thy pair of Feet-flowers saw he not;
    Yet Thou to me Thy worshipper art easy of access ! (10)

    Lines 11 - 35 Human embodiment

    On earth girt by the watery seas, from elephant to ant,
    Through many matrices I passed,
    Obtained a human form within my mothers womb.
    Thus was I born into the sad sea of th afflictive life. (25)
    Then during each year as it met me
    I gained and hoarded gains. How varied was my life!.
    Mornings routine, hunger in noontide hour, and night
    For sleep. In journeys oft I lived.
    Jet black locks, and crimson lips, and radiant smiles were hers; (30)
    Into loves sea I plunged.
    . (31-35)
    In the wide marts where foolish worldlings toil
    I lived, still slave to fierce desires.
    I lived by sea of learning multiform;
    I lived in sorrow men call wealth;
    I lived mid ancient stings of poverty, (40)
    And thus in varied forms and fortunes spent my days.

    Lines 42-51 The idea of God comes into his life

    Then wondrous thought of the Divine, so-called, arose.
    Soon as I knew that BEING, free from hate, unique,
    Delusive powers in ever-changing millions
    Began beguiling varied play. (45)

    Relations, neighbours, came around,
    With fluent tongue they urged their atheism
    Friends around (such herds of cattle old !)-
    Seizd me, calld, hurried to and fro;
    The BrAhman said the way of penance is supreme; (50)
    And others showed the law of trusting love !
    Sectarian disputants complacently
    Discordant tenets shouted loud and fought.
    Then haughty VedAnt creed unreal came,
    Whirled, dashed, and roared like furious hurricane. (55)
    LOkAyathan a glistening mighty snake
    Brought cruel poisoned heresies.
    Whilst these delusions, endless, girt me round,

    Lines 59 - 86 His conversion

    Lest I should go astray, He laid His hand on me !
    As wax before the unwearied fire (60)
    With melting soul I worshipt, wept, and bent myself,
    Danced, cried aloud, and sang, and prayed.
    They say: The tooth of elephant and womans grasp relax not,
    So I with love, real, interrnitting never,
    Was pierced, as wedge driven into soft young tree. (65)
    All tears, I like the refluent sea was tossed;
    Soul was subdued, and body quivered with delight.
    While the world called me demon, mocking me,
    False shame I threw aside; the folks abusive word
    I took as ornament; nor did I swerve. (70)
    My mind was rapt;-a fool, but in my folly wise,-
    The goal I sought to reach infinity ! All wondering desire,
    As cow yearns for its calf, I moaning, hurried to and fro.

    Not evn in dreams thought I of other gods.
    The One most precious Infinite to earth came down; (75)
    Nor did I greatness of the Sage superne contemn,
    Who came in grace. Thus from the pair of sacred feet
    Like shadow from its substance parting not,
    Before, behind, at every point, to it I clung.
    My inmost self in strong desire dissolved, I yearned; (80)
    Loves river overflowed its banks;
    My senses all in Him were centredl; Lord ! I cried.
    With stammering speech, and quivering frame
    I clasped adoring hands; my heart expanding like a flower.
    Eyes gleamed with joy and tears distilled. (85)
    His love that fails not day by day still burgeons forth !

    To the end : Praises

    Like mother, Thou hast brought me up, I praise !
    God, strong to cancel deeds of ours,
    Who didst become in truth a Sage, I praise !
    King of golden Madura ! (90)
    Guru Pearl, in KUdal shining bright !
    Dancing in southern Tillais court,
    This day to me precious ambrosia Thou !
    Source of the fourfold mystic Scroll that neer grows old !
    Civan, whose conquering banner is the Bull ! (95)
    Thy varied form gleams as the lightning;-Thee I praise !
    In me the stony heart Thou softenest.
    Guard me, Thou guarded hill of gold !
    Ah, give Thy grace to me !
    Thou dost create, Thou tost preserve, Thou dost destroy ! (100)
    Father, who dost remove all griefs, I praise !
    Ruler, I praise ! My King, I praise !
    Mount of shining crystal,-praise !
    Monarch, to Thee be praise ! Ambrosia,-praise !
    Unfailing refuge are Thy fragrant-feet ! (105)
    Thee VEdic Sage, I praise ! Spotless One,- praise !
    Thee First, I praise ! Wisdom, I praise !
    Thou Goal I seek,praise ! Sweet fruition, Thee I praise !

    Our Lord, on Whose bright crest the river flows,
    Our Master, praise! Understanding,praise ! (110)
    Thou hast beheld the servitude of lowliest me,
    O Teacher,-praise ! Minute as atom,-praise !
    O Caivan, -praise ! Our Chief, I praise !
    Our Sign, I praise ! Virtue, I praise !
    ThouWay, I praise ! O Thought, I praise! (115)
    Balm, hardly by celestials gained, I praise !
    King, easy of access to others, praise !
    Monarch in grace, Who savest lest we sink
    In hells hated one-and-twenty rounds, I praise !
    Companion,-praise ! My Helper,-praise! (120)
    O Bliss of life, I praise ! My Treasure,praisc !
    O free from bonds,praisc ! First One,praise !
    Father,praise ! Haran,praise !
    Thou One, transcending word and understanding,praise !
    Yield of the world girt by the extended sea, praise! (125)
    Beauty rare, yet easy of access, I praise !

    Eye like an azure cloud, I praise !
    Abiding Mount of sacred grace, I praise !
    Me, too, Thou madst a man,Thy twin feet
    Thou placedst on my head, O Warrior,praise ! (130)
    Thou dost wipe off all sorrow from adoring hand, praise !
    Sea of imperishable rapture, praise ,
    Thou dost transcend all forms that pass and come renewed, praise !
    First One surpassing all, praise !
    Bridegroom of Her with fawnlike eyes, praise ! (135)
    Mother of the Immortals in the heavenly land,praise!
    Fivefold Thou dost in earth extend,-praise !
    Fourfold Thou dost exist in the water,-praise !
    Threefold in fire Thou shinest,-praise !
    Twofold in the air Thou art all glorious, -praise ! (140)
    One in the ether Thou hast sprung forth,praise !
    Ambrosia of the troubled mind,praise !
    Hard to be approached by gods een in a dream,praise !
    In waking hour to me a cur Thou gavest grace,praise !

    Father, Who dwellst in Idai-maruthu,praise ! (145)
    Thou bearest Gangai on Thy crest, praise !
    King in ArUr abiding,praise !
    Lord of glorious Tiru-aiyAru,praise !
    Our Prince of AnnAmalai,praise !
    Sea of ambrosia, filling all the place,- praise ! (150)
    Our Father dwelling in Ekambam, praise !
    Thou Who in form art half a woman,-praise !
    Who dwellst supreme in Perun-turrai,-praise!
    Civan Who dwellst in Sira-palli,-praise !
    None other refuge here I know, -praise ! (155)
    Our Dancer in KutRAlam,-praise !
    Our King dwelling in GOkazi, praise !
    Our Father of IngOys Mount, praise !
    Beauteous One of seemly Paranam, praise !
    Idangan Who dwellst in KadambUr, praise ! (160)
    Father, gracious to those that come to Thee, praise !
    Beneath the Itti tree to six,

    King, Thou wert gracious, and to th elephant,-praise !
    Civan, Lord of the southern land,praise !
    King of our country folk,-praise ! (165)
    Thou wert gracious to the litter of the boar,-praise !
    Lord of glorious Kailais Mountpraise !
    Father, Who grants us grace,-praise !
    King, Who our darkness dissipates,-praise !
    I Thy slave languish all alone,-praise ! (170)
    In grace remove my guile,-praise !
    In grace say to me Fear not,-Ôpraise!
    Poison became ambrosis by Thy love,-praise !
    Father,-praise ! Guru,-praise !
    Eternal,-praise ! Pure One,-praise! (175)
    Brother,-praise ! Existent One,-praise!
    O Great One,-praise ! O Lord,-praise !
    O Rare One,-praise ! O Pure One,-praise !
    Glorious Path of Vedic sages,-praise !
    I make my plaint,nor can endure, O First One,-praise ! (180)

    Kinsman,-praise ! Life,-praise !
    Glory,-praise ! Bliss,-praise !
    O Cloud,-praise ! O Bridegroom, praise !
    Spouse of Her whose feet are soft,-praise !
    I, a cur, Thy slave am perplexed,-praise ! (185)
    Our Master Thou, all dazzling bright,-praise !
    Eye apprehending forms diverse,-praise !
    King, dwelling in the circling, sacred town, I praise !
    Lord of the mountain land,-praise !
    Thou in Whose locks is the crescent moon,-praise ! (190)
    Blessed Lord of the sacred Eagle-mount,-praise !
    Aran of hilly PUvanam,-praise !
    Formless, in form revealed Thou art,-praise !
    Mountain of mercy ever nigh,-praise !
    Light transcending utmost bound,-praise ! (195)
    Clearness, hard to understand,-praise !
    Ray of the flawless Gem, praise !
    Loving to those Thou maket Thine own,-praise!

    Ambrosial grace that satiates not,-praise !
    Our Lord, the bearer of a thousand names,-praise ! (200)
    Thou Whose garland is the TAli-arrugu,-praise !
    Dancer in light expanding far,-praise !
    O Beauteous with the santhal wood perfume,-praise !
    Bliss, hard for thought to reach,-praise !
    On Mandiras mighty mount Thou dwellst,-praise ! (205)
    Thou Who dost undertake to save us,-praise !
    Thou Who in grace didst give the tigers dug to th antelope,-praise !
    Thou Who didst walk upon the billowy sea,-praise!
    I hou didst give grace that day to the black bird,-praise !
    Thou didst appear by sense discerned,-praise ! (210)
    Fiery One on earth displayed,-praise !
    Thou art the First, the Midst, the Last,-praise !
    Hell, Paradise, or-pendant Earth not entering,
    The heavenly goal Thou gavst unto the PAndiyan,-praise !
    Thou that fillest all, to Thee be praise ! (215)
    King of Civa-puram rich with clustering flowers, to Thee be praise !

    God, garlanded with purple lotus flower, to Thee be praise !
    Thou dost cut off bewilderment of those that worship Thee,-praise !
    Praise ! Take in grace this wreath of babbling words
    From me, mere cur, that know not to distinguish false from true ! (220)
    Ancient of days Burner of many towns,-praise !
    Infinite Lord of splendours infinite,-praise !
    Praise ! Praise ! Bhuyanga-PerumAn !
    Praise ! Praise ! Ancient-cause of all !
    Praise! Praise ! Triumphant praise ! (225)

    HYMN V - thirucathakam

    Introduction to the Sacred Cento

    This remarkable poem contains a hundred especially flowing and harmonious
    verses of varying metres. These are divided into ten decades, and the whole
    are connected by the law which requires that the last word of each verse shall
    begin the following verse. The whole ten lyrics with their hundred verses are
    thus linked together. This arrangement, which is very common in Tamil, is
    called AnthAthi, which I venture to translate anaphoretic verse. This cento
    is intended to exhibit the progress of the soul through the successful stages
    of religious experience till it loses itself in the rapture of complete union
    with the Supreme. The general titile given by one editor is equivalent to The
    Varying Phases of Religious Enthusiasm at least this is the nearest expression
    for it that I can find in English. The poem is supposed to have been composed
    in Tiru-peran-turai immediately after the departure of the Saints, for some time
    MAnikka-VAcagars companions, who passed through fire and went home to Civan.
    From the border of the tank, where the divine conflagration had arisen, into he
    midst of which his companions had thrown themselves, he returned to the Kondral
    tree, where he spent a long period in solitary meditation, of which these poems
    are the sum. He surveys his past experiences, contemplates the work assigned him
    and while he begins the series of sacred poems by which he was to establish the
    Caiva system n the hearts of his fellow-countrymen, he never ceases to complain
    in most touching language, that he is not permitted at once to follow his Master
    and brethren into the rest and glory of Paradise. This is indeed the burthen of
    much of his poetry.

    The titles of the ten decades, into which the poem is divided, indicate
    in some measure the course of his thoughts and the character of his mental
    conflicts. There is a most pathetic alternation of rapturous and realising
    devotion with coldness and apathy, and even, it seems of temporary abandonment
    to gross sensuality. It is to be doubted whether the whole of these verses are
    of one period, and I should prefer to think that they really embody his meditations
    and solloquies up to the period of his final settlement in Cithambaram.

    DECAD 1.


    1. Humble access to the New Master

    My frame before Thy fragrant foot is quivering like al1 opening bud;-
    My hands above my head I raise; while tears pour down, my melting soul,
    The false renouncing,, praises Thee; with songs of triumph praises Thee,-
    Nor suffer I adoring hand to rest;-O Master, look on me ! (4)

    II. Self-surrender. He accepts the ascetic life.

    I ask not bliss of Indra, MAl, or Ayan;-though my house and home
    Be ruind, friendship form I none save with Thine own; though hells abys
    I enter, I unmurmuring go, if grace divine appoint my lot;-
    O King I no other god save Thee I ponder, our Transcendent Good ! (8)

    III. He is despised as a mad enthusiast.

    Transcendent Good ! Owner and Sire ! Thy servant melting thinks on Thee.
    In raptures meet I utter forth my feverd souls ecstatic joys,
    Still wandering from town to town; while men cry out, A madman this;
    And each one speaks, with mind distraught, discordant words. O, when come death ? (12)

    IV. None to be worshipped but Civan

    Erewhile was Dakshans offering death. They ate the flesh, and poison feared
    Our Father, cried our friends and worshipt Him with suppliant voice.
    And yet Three are the gods that rule in heaven and earth, they vainly deem.
    What sin is this your haughty minds breathe out, ye errirng penitents ? (16)

    V. I plead no merit- am no real devotee.

    No penance have I done, nor bowed, with hand unstinting scattring flowers;
    Born all in vain,-to cruel deeds a thrall,-the bliss of Civans heavn,
    Amongst Thy loving ones, Ive faild to gain; see, and in grace bestow
    On me, Thy slave, consummate life beneath Thy feet, Supernal Lord ! (20)

    VI. Grace unfailing to the faithful

    They roamd and culld choice varied flowers to lay in worship at Thy feet,
    They deemed that all they sought they should obtain; and from these loving
    In mystic guile Thou hidest still, abiding not ! In grace bestow,
    Love to Thy glorious foot, that I may ceaseless praise with perfect song ! (24)

    VII. Civan was an ascetic,as am I now.

    Erewhile the Makers-maker bowed, brought blooming flowers, and everywhere
    Sought for Th All-seeing One, nor found. Our mighty One, Who dwells beyond,
    Here in the wilds with demons danced, a homeless, friendless one; and there
    In tiger-skin arrayed Himself, as madman wandring to and fro ! (28)

    VIII. Save Thy servants in the day of doom!

    > The wandring wind, the fire, the flood, the earth, the heaven,-a time shall be
    When these adown the gulf shall go ! After that hour unknown has come
    The deeds-mighty the soul to bind-Thy slave in wandring days has done
    Let the time come for these to pass ! Guard us from these, our Guardian then ! (32)

    IX. Bhavans our Lord.

    Bhavans our Lord, Whose garland is the cool vast moon, of heavenly one
    The Prince. Civans our Lord,Who made me His, my meanness though He saw
    Our Lord Supreme is He, and I, His lowly servant, thus declare !
    That earth may know, sound out that Bhuvan is our Lord ! (36)

    X. Tis wondrous grace that sought me out.

    Unmeet was I to enter mongst Thy loving ones, my flawless Gem !
    Ambrosia rare ! The way Thou tookst me for Thine own and madst me meet
    The very meanest lifting high, Thou didst the heavnly ones bring low !
    What Thou our Lord to me hast done is as a play men laugh to see ! (40)



    XI. A prayer for perfect love-

    Midmost of Thy devoted ones, like them in mystic dance to move;
    Within Thy home above to gain wishd entrance, lo, I eager haste !
    O golden-glorious Hill of gems ! Give grace, that ceaseless love to Thee.
    Our Master, in my heart of hearts, melting my very soul, may bide. (44)

    XII. Longing for grace alone.

    I dread not any birth. To death what should I owe ! Nor do I crave
    Even heaven itself to gain. No power to rule this earth do I esteem.
    O Civan, crowned with cassia-flowers that sweets distil; our PerumAn !
    Our only Lord! I fainting cry: When comes the day I find Thy grace ? (48)

    XIII. Without Thy presence I pine

    I ever pine Thy flowry feet to see, -Thy slave, dog though I am !
    I sit, no fitting flowers present, my tongue no rising raptures speaks.
    Thou Who the well-strung golden bow didst bend ! Ambrosia of Thy grace
    If Thou give not, I PINE,-a wretch forlorn,-what other can I be? (52)

    XIV. Deadness of soul.

    My inmost self PINES not, as were befitting, for Thy sacred Foot;
    Nor melts in love; I bring no wreath; speak out no worthy word of praise
    Within the shrine of Him, the King of gods, perform no service due;
    Nor move in dance. To death I haste ! Thou Whom true wisdom bringeth nigh! (56)

    XV. God all in all

    Thou art the Heaven; Thou art the Earth; Thou art the Wind;Thou art the Light!
    The Body Thou; the Soul art Thou; Existence, Non-existence Thou;
    Thou art the King; these puppets all Thou dost make move, dwelling within
    That each one says: Myself and mine. What shall I say? How render PRAISE (60)

    XVI. My praise is pure. Free me from embodiments.

    The heavenly ones adore Thee still heavens bliss to share ! Their minds to Thee
    They lowly humble that, on high exalted, men may worship them;
    Thou round whose flower-wreath hum the honey-bees ! Thy slave, I praise
    Thee, even I, that Thou mayst save from idle round of earthly birth ! (64)

    XVII. The bliss of Civans heaven of presence.

    The heavenly dwellers chaunt Thy praise; the fourfold VEdas utter song;
    She of the shining locks that shed perfume is sharer of Thy seat;
    There in true love Thy servants all commingling dwell; there, more and more,
    Thy feet with sounding anklets girt do they behold, Thou hard to know !(68)

    XVIII. This abandonment is unendurable.

    Thou Whom tis hard to know, in sky and in the golden court revealed,-
    Our mighty One ! beneath the jewelled feet where I was made Thine own,
    No more I scatter fragrant flowers, nor wondering weep, nor melt in love.
    Tis past my power to bear ! How can it be ? I die, insooth, I die ! (72)

    XIX. He is above; we earthly still.

    With flowry arrows in the spring-time comes the god of soft desire,
    And witching smile of maidens fair, with rosy mouths and flower-wreathed locks !
    Poor soul, that pants and melts through these, Who made thee His, and thrilled thy frame,
    To-day hath gone and dwells in heaven; yet see, thou still art lingering here ! (76)

    XX. O soul be wise!

    O soul, that livest here in joy ! Of lifes true joys bereft, in mire
    Thou sinkst of mighty deeds ! Him Who guards men from sinking praisest not !
    Thou art devising ruin to thyself,I tell thee so full oft;
    Thourt sinkcing even now beneath the FLOOD of the distressful sea! (80)


    This decad describes the mystic experience known by Caiva Siddhantha, as
    NAna-Carithai, in which the devotee, though able to discern God in and above
    and beyond all things, continues to perform outward rites (Carithai) and to
    avail himself ofall means of grace. See Civa-PragACam II.48. Since Civan so
    deigns to manifest, and yet vell, His presence, the devotee is assiduous n
    performance of all prescribed acts of worship, while his soul transcends the
    visible, and by NAnam (in this connection = divine faith) sees God.

    XXI. I have relapsed into apathy.

    Through Thine expanding locks the FLOOD pours down;
    the Bull is Thine, Lord of the heavenly ones ! -
    They sang, and stood, with panting, melting souls,
    like torrent, plunging in th abyss ! and I,
    With yearning soul I heard ! Thou madst me Thine ! Yet now
    from head to foot, I melt not;from my eyes
    The rushing waters pour not down;my heart
    is stone;both eyes are wood to SINFUL me ! (84)

    XXII. Deadness has come over me.

    Thou entring stoodst by me fast bound IN SIN;
    as one who says, Im sins destroyer, come !
    Thyself announcing thus, Thou madst me Thine,-
    becamst my mighty Lord. Like iron statue, I
    Now sing no praise, nor dance, nor weep, nor wail,
    nor faint with bliss. Behold, O Primal One,
    To Thee I make my plaint; nor know how this
    with me shall end, Thou Who art First and Last !(88)

    XXIII. Very vile, but Thine, save me!

    Thourt Ayan, Thou the fourfold VEdas Lord;
    I know Thee,-I, lowest of men that live;
    I know,-and see myself a very cur;-
    yet Lord, Ill say I am Thy loving one !
    Though such I was, Thou tookst me for Thine own
    Thy saints are here no longer, only I,
    Vile wretch ! and is it thus Thy greatness shines ?
    Our PerumAn, what shall I say to Thee ? (92)

    XXIV. Thy votary, though full of sin.

    And if I spake, Thourt ICan, Father, Sire
    great PerumAn ; thus have I ever said;
    If I besmeard, twas sacred ash alone
    I smeard, still praising Thee, our PerumAn;
    Who erst made those Thine own whod passed by love
    oer birth and death. In torrent plunged of lust
    And guile, behold me, spotless Hill of gems !
    Father ! Twas such an one Thou madst Thine own ! (96)

    XXV. The mystery of His being.

    Thy colour is not red,-nor white Thy form;-
    Thourt Many, One; Atom, than Atom far
    Subtler; the heavenly host in wildered thought
    know not the way, Father, to reach Thy feet.
    Thou showdst Thy form, Thy beauty didst display
    didst show Thy nowry feet ! Me wandering, Thine
    Thou madst, safeguarding me from future birth !
    Our PerumAn, what shall I say, what THINK ? (100)

    XXVI. Wonders of grace.

    Thou madst my THOUGHT Thy THOUGHT ! Of me, mere cur,
    Thou madst the eye rest on Thy foots blest flower,
    Thou madst me bow before that flower alone ! My mouth
    Thou madst to speak abroad Thy gem-like word !
    My senses five to fill Thou camst, and madst me Thine.
    Ambrosial Sea of magic might ! O Mount ! Thyself
    Thou gavst, Thy form like wild of roseate lotus flowers,
    to LONELY helpless me. Thou Only-Light ! (104)

    XXVII. The voyage

    I, LONELY, tost by billows broad of anguish sore,
    on the great sea of birth, with none to aid;
    Disturbed by winds of mouths roseate like ripened fruit,
    lay caught in jaws of the sea monster lust !
    Henceforth,what way to scape ? I frequent cried ! then thought,
    and seizd the raft of Thy Five Letters ! So to me,
    O Primal One, Thou showdst a boundless fertile shore,
    and madst the rash insensate one Thine own ! (108)

    XXVIII. What He did for me.

    Him none by hearing know; He knoweth no decay;
    He hath no kin; naught asking, heareth all !
    While people of the land beheld, here on this earth
    to me, a cur, He gave a royal seat;
    To me, a dog, all things not shown before, He showed;
    all things not heard before, He caused to hear;
    And guarding me from future birth, He made me His.
    Such is the wondrous work our Lord hath wrought for me ! 112

    XXIX. His appearing.

    The WONDER this ! Say, is there aught like this ?
    He made me servant of His loving saints;
    Dispelld my fear, ambrosia pouring forth, He came,
    and while my soul dissolvd, in love made me His own;
    The Sire, Male, Female, Neither, Ether pure, was He;
    as wondrous Fire; as End of all; beyond all far;
    His body like a flower of golden hue;
    our Civa-PerumAn, our Lord, OF GODS THE KING ! (116)

    XXX. Triumph

    The GOD OF GODS, to king of gods unknown;
    King of the Three ; what teeming worlds create,
    Preserve, destroy; the First; Essence divine;
    the Sire of sires; Fa,ther, whose half the Mother is;
    The King of all ! He came, and made me, too, His own.
    Henceforth Im no ones vassal; none I fear !
    Weve reached the goal; with servants of His saints
    in sea of bliss we evermore shall bathe ! (120)



    XXXI. The sluggish soul.

    Thou dancest not; thou hast no love for the DANCERS foot;
    with melting thrill
    Thou singest not; thou throbbest not; thou bowest not down;
    the flower of His foot
    Thou wearest not; thou crownest it not with flowers; theres none like Thee,
    Thou seekest Him not through every street; thou wailest not; nothing know
    I thou dost ! (124)

    XXXII. The ungrateful, treacherous heart.

    My Sire came, entered, made His own me who knew naught; in mercy taught
    me all;
    Caused me to know the higher path; He loosd my every bond !
    Despite the gain of changeless, sweetest gifts of grace,thourt changed,
    RUINED by thee, to all thats false subjected, thus I RUINED lie ! 128

    XXXIII. Heart unworthy of trust; insensible to complaint

    My foolish senseless HEART, that changing, RUIN bringst to me,
    Henceforth I trust thee nevermore;-assuredly on Civans mighty arm
    The ashes thickly smeared thou sawst, yet meltedst not; this, bodys bonds
    Thou rendest not,-nor can I bid restore the ruin thou hast wrought. (132)

    XXXIV. The utter folly of the fickle mind.

    Perish, O restless mind ! before the Master Absolute,
    A dog I lay; Thou didst enjoy His fragrant flowery Foot;
    But now thourt severed like a young and tender shoot; all former bliss
    Hast lost ! Truly I deem Thy wisdom and Thy greatness measureless ! (136)

    XXXV. Insensible to infinite mercy.

    When He to heavenly ones inscrutable, of acce~s easy to His saints,
    Our hidden sin destroyed, and made me His, thou knewst the melting joy !
    Yet, HEART thou hast not, hating all thy hidden sin, prepard an ample field for Him,
    Nor bowd before the Masters healing Feet, the heavenly goal to gain ! (140)

    XXXVI. What remedy?

    If tis not given to pass the golden gate,-where all may entrance find,
    And whence none eer departs;-nor yet to melt in love before the foot
    Of Him, my Sire, my Lord;-if there to me abound no more
    Ambrosia, every honied sweet;-a sinful man, what can I do for this ? (144)

    XXXVII. A sinner - I quit thee not.

    What other sinners are there like to me, cur at the Masters Foot?
    Yet not a whit from me to sever is Thy sacred will; and thus,
    O Primal One, Thy Foots fair flower if I should quit, arld yet live on,
    My soul is iron, stone my mind; my ear to what shall it compare ! (148)

    XXXVIII. Life, a long exile.

    The others all have reached the goal, yet I, who know not anything,
    Haste not to Thee who art all sweetness, Civan, King of Civa-world;
    Thou Spouse of her whose eye is like the tender fawn; long time
    I still abide, cherish this flesh, and so my death-in-life drags on ! (152)
    XXXIX. How do I bear life?

    O bliss that ceases not ! O bliss beyond compare ! His bright flower-foot
    He gave; to me of kind more base than dogs, He showed the perfect way
    My Chief, who gave me grace sweeter than mothers love, I see not now !
    Yet in the fire I fall not, wander not oer hills, nor plunge me in the sea ! (156)
    XL. Still the senses slave.

    When Cupids dart in springtide wounds, moonlight will scorch ; of this I took!
    No heed; like milk neath churning stick Im stirred by wiles of those of
    fawn like eyes.
    To Civans city go I not, where grace as honey to the soul is given;
    To cherish soul within the body, still I eat, and garments still put on! (160)


    XLI. I did not clearly apprehend Thine appearing.

    Like elephant two-handed I saw not
    My minds true germ; I saw but sore distress.
    Thou badst me, come; yet, mid the heavenly ones
    Twas l alone passed not, the senses slave. (164)

    XLII. It must have been illusion. Is HE man?

    To all who apprehend that one bright Essence truly is,
    As female, male, or lifeless thing Thou art not known;-
    To me Thy servant, coming as Thou art, Thou didst appear !
    I saw Thee, yet I saw Thee not ! What visual juggle this !(168)

    XLIII. When shall I really see Thee as Thou art?

    Thou Form unique, to even heavenly ones
    Unknown ! Thou Mystic Dancer, Who didst make me Thine !
    Me Thine ! On earth, in heaven, or when all these
    Have passed away,-WHEN shall I see Thy face? (172)

    XLIV. I am of earth, earthy.

    Thou Infinite, by men yet seen ! Beyond eyes ken
    Thou Essence gleaming bright ! Here, like a fledgling, I
    Would gladly leave this faulty frame; yet know I not
    Dweller in this sense-world-how I may Thee put on.
    XLV. Deadness of soul.

    I call not on Thee filled with mighty love,
    Nor render praise, nor fall in ecstasy
    Tis with me as when death confronted Thee,
    Bowing before those lotus flowers Thy feet. (180)

    XLVI. Call me, take me once more.

    Call, take me midst Thy loving ones, Thou crowned
    With cassias, home of sweets and humming bees !-
    In midst, beneath, above, in all contained,
    Thou art, my Sire, like oil within the seed ! (184)

    XLVII. The Self-sufficing sought out me.

    Fathcr and Mother, Lord ! To all besides.
    Sire, Mother, Lord: to Him all these are not !
    Erewhile within my inmost soul He entered,
    Whom none by thought can know, the Ever-blissful One ! 188

    XLVIII. I had but a glimpse of His glory.

    To Thee, nor wealth, nor want ! From heavenly ones to worms,
    And grass, (no limit), all Thou fillest, -Being rare !
    I saw Thy Foot-gem limitless, yet swerved from Thee.
    This is the grief I stony-hearted have endured ! (192)

    XLIX. An appeal.

    My bonds Thou loosedst, madst me Thine ! And all
    The loving saints who ashes gave beheld.
    Thou didst exalt, within the temple court,
    Evn me Thou didst exalt, who knew not anything.(196)

    L. I was not chosen for my wisdom or might.

    Thou Only-Wise ! Ambrosia ! me, a servile cur,
    When Thou didst take and make Thine own, was I then wise ?
    Thou sawst my ignorance that day Thou madst me Thine !
    Ah, Lord of grace, was I then wise ? was I then strong ?(200)



    LI. No possible return for such mercies.

    O Master, O my Mighty One, my Father, PerumAn, my births
    Destroyer, Thou Who madst me Thine,-an evil wholly worthless dog,
    And throughly base; I cannot think, Thou seest,-of any meet return to Thee,
    O Shining One, Lord of the Porch,-nor know I aught that I can do. (204)

    LII. I am still the senses slave

    Mean cur, that knew not what to do, I gave myself to gain those things
    That false ones gain, who neer have seen Thy flowery Feet of ruddy gold.
    I saw and heard that Thy true saints set free from lies, had gained Thy fragrant Foot;
    Yet I,-false one,-O Warrior strong ! still eat, am clothed, and here abide. (208)
    LIII. I only left !

    Thou Warrior strong from out Thy golden city camst, madst darkness flee;
    With Her the beauteous Queen didst deign to come. The glorious devotees
    Who grace had gained, approached Thy Feet. I saw, yet like a sightless hog
    That roams the village street, shall I still roam a wretch doomed to live on ? (212)
    LIV. My love is weak

    Full many a saint through deathless time wrought penance,members mortified
    With frustrate hope to see Thee here ! Yet Thou didst sinful me Thy servant make.
    O Gem ! This frame with foulness filled wears not away. To see Thy face,
    The strong desire and love bide not in me; my Prince, how may I rise ?(216)

    LV. Still I live this loathed life.

    Thy bride is Umai with the fawn-like eyes ! Thou camst and madst me Thine
    Ambrosia Thou, essential sweetness shed ! O Civan, southern Tillais King
    Thy saints assembled neath Thy sacred sign have gone to gather round Thy feet
    This loathsome body still I guard, still here I dwell, O MASTER MINE !(220)

    LVI . Thy will ordains my exile.

    O MASTER MINE ! They think on Thee, Thy loving ones, with rapture filled
    Theyre Thine, Thy Foot I saw them join. Yet here more mean than village cur
    I dwell; my heart no rapture feels; my mind is stone, nor melts within.
    This body vile I still must guard and here abide,-such is THY WILL ! (224)

    LVII. My old life of earthly love.

    The way THY WILL ordains befits me well ! Faithless I strayed, I left
    Thy saints. A reprobate was I I How did I watch the one belovd,
    The quiverings of the lip, the folds of circling robe, the timid bashfull looks
    To read loves symptoms there ! My mind thus ruin to myself wrought out. (228)

    LVIII. Was my vocation a mockery then?

    Thou honied Sweetness, purest Joy, Souls Light, Master Who fillst with bliss
    The frame of those that trust in Thee, Giver of endless gifts ! Of worth.
    I void am yet Thy slave; Thou me hast made Thine own; if this be so
    Thy servants state would show, I plead, Thy gift of grace was but Thy sport. (232)
    LIX. What other refuge have I ?

    Thy nature others know not ! Lord ! Me evil cur, lowest of all,
    Hast Thou not made Thine own ? And wilt Thou let me go cast out from Thee?
    Then who will deign to look on me ? What shall I do, O PerumAn ?
    Father, whose sacred form is gleam of gold, where shall I refuge find? (236)

    LX. I have sure hope; yet how unworthy!

    I shall enter beneath Thy Foot which is mine ! mid saints that adore I standing
    Shall laugh, glad as I gaze on the well-known form! shameless dog tho I am !
    No melting love is here! To see Thee - to be made Thine own, - can I
    Be meet ? This abject state, Father ! behold, tis past my power to BEAR !(240)



    LXI. Praises

    I BEAR no more these joys of sense; Hail I CangarA !
    Hail ! heavens ancient Lord. Hail ! our Vidalai !
    Hail ! Matchless One ! Hail ! King of heavenly hosts !
    Hail ! Tillais Dancer ! All hail ! our Spotless One ! (244)

    LXII. Ectasy.

    All hail ! Na ma-ci va ya ! Buyangan ! My senses fail !
    All hail ! Na ma ci-va-ya ! Other refuge is there none !
    All hail ! Na-ma-ci-va-ya ! Send me not forth from Thee !
    All hail! Na-ma-ci-va-ya! Triumph, triumph, Hail! (248)

    LXIII. All in all !

    Hail ! Loving One, Who deignst to make false ones like me Thine own !
    Hail ! to Thy Foot ! Hail ! O Lord ! Hail, hail !
    Hail ! Sweetness new of mercys flood ! Earth, water, fire,
    Wind, ether, the two lights of heaven,are Thee, O GOD ! (252)

    LXIV. Come quickly !

    Hail, O my GOD ! In grace behold me; Hail !
    Hail ! I pray Thee melt my soul within me, make me Thine !
    Hail ! This body strip from off me; quickly give the heavenly realms !
    Hail ! CangarA, Who in Thy braided lock hast GangA placed ! (256)

    LXV. Praise.

    Hail ! O CangarA, other refuge have I none !
    Hail ! Partner of the Queen of glorious form, of ruddy lips,
    And gleaming smile, and black bright eye ! Hail ! Rider on the mighty Bull
    Here these earthly joys I bear not, Embiran,I all renounce ! (260)

    LXVI. Prostration.

    I have myself renounced, even I; Hail, hail, Embiran !
    I have not done Thee wrong ! Hail ! Foot to which I service owe !
    Hail ! Faults to forgive is duty of the great !
    O cause this earthly life to cease ! Hail, Lord of heaven ! (264)

    LXVII. Adoration.

    Hail, Lord ! Hail ! Thou King of heavenly saints !
    Partner of the Queens graceful form, Hail ! Wearer of the sacred ash !
    Hail ! Worthy Prince ! Hail ! Thou of Tillais sacred court !
    Hail! ! King of heaven ! My only Ruler, Hail ! (268)

    LXVIII. Take me

    Hail !, only Deity ! lncomparable Father, Hail !
    Hail ! Guru of the heavenly ones ! Hail ! ! Tender Branch !
    Hail, bid me come, receive me ! grant Thy Foot to gain;
    And thus remove my lonely friendless woe ! (272)


    Hail, to those who love with perfect love, Giver of love surpassing theirs !
    Hail ! Greatness that oft my falsehood pardond, granted grace, and made me Thine !
    Hail ! Prince, Who drank the outpoured poison,-to the heavenly ones ambrosia gave !
    Hail ! Thy perfect Foot on me, a wretch, in grace bestow ! (276)

    LXX. The Universal Lord.

    Hail ! Thou Who art earth, water, fire, wind, ether too !
    Hail ! Thou, all lifes phenomena,-Thyself invisible !
    Hail, all living beings End,-Thyself without an end !
    Thyself reaching through all, by senses five unreached ! (280)



    LXXI. Sinking in rapture.

    Sire, as IN UNION strict, Thou madst me Thine; on me didst look, didst draw me near;
    And when it seemed I neer could be with Thee made one,-when naught of Thine was mine,-
    And naught of mine was Thine,-me to Thy Feet Thy love
    In mystic union joined, Lord of the heavenly land !-Tis height of BLESSEDNESS. (284)
    LXXII. All bliss in God.

    For BLESSEDNESS I seek; not Indras choice delights, nor those of other gods;
    Thou Only-One, I live not save with Thy Feet twain ! Our Lord,my breast is Riven,
    With trembling seized; my hands in adoration join;
    And from my eyes a ceaseless stream pours down, as of a river, O MY SAGE !(288)

    LXXIII. Prayer for consummation.

    MY SAGE, save to Thyself theres none to whom I cling;-in me, deceitful one
    No part from mingled falseness scapes; Im falsehoods self !Partner of Her whose dark
    Eyes gleam, come Thou to me ! the love Thy true ones feel,-
    Who at Thy jewelld Feet in love commingling rest,-mine be it too, I PRAY ! (292)

    LXXIV. Give me essential oneness.

    I PRAY for love of Thine own jewelld Feet; remove the false; Thine own
    Make me in truth; dog though I am,O bid me come, in grace join to Thyself
    For ever more Thine own ! So let me ceaseless praise,
    Thro every world returning ever come; my King, that I may WORSHIP THEE ! (296)
    LXXV. Thou art sole actuality

    THEE WORSHIP both the earth and heaven, with shouts of joy, and fourfold mystic scroll:
    They yearning pine for Thee. For they who gain Thee know naught true exists but Thee.
    Ah ! since we vow to quit Thy service never, come
    And grant Thy grace,Thou Partner of the lovely Queen ! Pausingwhy PONDER so ?(300)

    LXXVI. He transcends thought and speech.

    WHEN PONDERING Thee the thought goes forth, to reach the bound desired by fitting word
    Is not a whit attainable; nor are these things one hears through forms of speech.
    Thee, Who art all the world, the senses five know not.
    How GAIN the Fathers Foot that rests in all that is and every sphere beyond? (304)

    LXXVII. Pity me !

    To me, a guileful soul, who thought to GAIN Thee, Lord, salvation save by Thee
    Is none. No other Being truly is, save Thee ! Lest pining sorrow come,
    In mercy to my sin, my soul vouchsafe to guard.
    Tis pitying grace like this alone RULER SUPERNE ! Thy glory doth beseem. (308)

    LXXVIII. My soul clings to Thee.

    RULER SUPERNE, theres none butThee, or here or there, and thus I ever spake,
    Fool though I was, there was no difference ! Our Lord: Thou Spotless One,
    Who didst
    Make me, an outcast wretch, Thine own, my Teacher Thou,
    The THOUGHT, that other god exists than Thee the One, my mind shall never THINK !(312)

    LXXIX. Old days of ignorance.

    BY THOUGHT, by deed, by hearing, or by speech, or by these wretched senses five
    I failed in days of old Thy truth to reach;- I, low and foolish one.
    I passed not through the fire, my heart burst not with shame.
    To Thee, O Father, even yet may I attain ! May I yet dwell with Thee ! (316)

    LXXX. Strange command: Tarry yet below.

    Me iron hearted and deceitful one, Thine own Thou madst; Thy foots sweet bliss
    Filled me with joy; with me Thou didst commingling join. The fire was there and I
    Was there: that was which was ! Though this was so that day,
    There was in Thee desire for me, in me for Thee;-what ignorance was mine? (320)


    LXXXI. Falsehood lingers yet.

    The seed of lies is not destroyed ;-so saying, Thou hast placed me here !-
    All those that were to Thy desire have come, and reached Thy sacred Foot ! -
    ln depths of fear I sink O God, Who didst in ArUr ask for alms,
    What shall I do ? SPEAK Thou to me ! (324)

    LXXXII. Resignation.

    Thou SPAKST to me, amid Thy saints with sacred ash I was besmeared;
    By men on earth as Thy poor slave Ive been abused; henceforth, if what
    I suffer pleases not, tis what my soul desires, because I am
    Thy SLAVE, whom Tho~ didst make Thine own ! (328)

    LXXXIII. Yet I know not why Iam left.

    And am I not Thy SLAVE ? and didst Thou not make me Thine own, I pray
    All those Thy servants have approached Thy Foot; this body full of sin
    I may not quit, and see Thy face,-Thou Lord of Civa-world!-I fear,

    LXXXIV. Tell me the hindrance to my instant freedom.

    I SEE NOT HOW THY SIGHT TO GAIN; though Thee THAT DAY I saw ! Speak Thou
    In music say what tis that weighs my spirit down,-O Light Superne !
    Male, Female, rare Ambrosia, Sire ! I die, a dog, of power bereft,
    By what may I rise up, my Lord ? (336)

    LXXXV. Falseness keeps me out.

    Thou Partner of the fawn-eyed Queen; Thou Word, whose end the Word
    knows not;-
    Ambrosia sweet, to thought unknown; King, faults of wretched me Thou bearst
    I babbling tell my woes. Thy saints have reached the city blest. OUTSIDE
    I and my FALSENESS wander here ! (340)

    LXXXVI. But O, the pity of it.

    OUTSIDE We go, FALSENESS and I !True love to gain Ive lost the power.
    This is my gain! Thy saints to Thee who utterly are joined now,
    Know nothing else but Thee; in acts all glorious on their way they go !
    O Civan, they have reached Thy FOOT ! (344)

    LXXXVII. Failure !

    O Master, give Thy slave to love Thy FOOT; Thy servants now have gained
    The world from which they come not back; outside I have remained, Ive tried
    To crown the village cow, and so have crowned the blind ! From love, of
    Thy twain Feet
    Estranged, a slave I wildered WEEP ! (348)

    LXXXVIII. I am unworthy to be numbered with Thy saints.

    I WEEP ! With loving mind towards Thee, like wax before the fire were they.
    Thy gleaming, golden, jewelled Foot have they beheld, and worshipping
    Have followed Thee; not following on with them, in vain have I been born !
    Wherewith shall I before Thee bow? (352)

    LXXXIX. At least, take my sin away.

    In grace Thou hast put far all ills of those that bowed; on ancient saints
    Thou didst bestow Thy Foot adorned ! If thats too great for me, my guilt
    (Whom like a tough bambu) destroy; come swiftly, give Thy healing Foot
    Thou only True, from FALSEHOOD free ! (356)

    XC. Teach me Thy way.

    All FALSE am I; FALSE is my heart; and FALSE my love; yet, if he weep,
    May not Thy sinful servant Thee, Thou Souls Ambrosial sweetness, gain ?
    Lord of all honied gladness pure, in grace unto Thy servant teach
    The way that he may come to Thee ! (360)



    XCI. The true ones blest - but I!

    O Flood of mighty changeless grace ! They came,
    who gaind erewhile the gift immutable
    Of station neath Thy twain flowr-wreathed Feet.
    Thee, Endless One, benignly manifest,
    diffusing light,-as Man, I saw Thee come !
    Yet I, a dog, of heart by fate unblest,-
    lie at the gate, ah me ! in low estate. (364)

    XCII. Deny me not Thy truth.

    O Half of Her with eyes of glistning jet,
    Thou camst and madst me Thine, with tender hand
    As feeding me from golden cup, since when
    hard of access I deem Thee never more;
    Thou on Whose Body gleam the ashes white !
    But, tell me, is it MEET that Thou shouldst go
    and leave me here, in falsehood thus to fall ? (368)

    XCIII. Take deeds away.

    MEETNESS Id none,-the false I took for true;
    but when with loving glance Thou hadst me come,
    Afflictions ceased ! Yet now deceit seems truth.
    I have not died, O blooming lotus Foot !
    Thou with Thy loving ones-to whom Thy grace
    was given, O roseate Form,-on high
    Hast gone, and left me here. Lord, hear my plaint:
    there is no end of deeds for worthless me ! (372)

    XCIV. No limit to Thy power.

    There was no love in me towards Thy FOOT,
    O Half of Her with beauteous fragrant locks !
    By magic power that stones to mellow fruit
    converts, Thou madst me lover of Thy Feet.
    Our Lord, Thy tender love no limit knows.
    Whatever sways me now, whateer my deed,
    Thou canst even yet Thy Foot again to me
    display and save, O Spotless Heavenly One ! (376)

    XCV. My course laid out by Thee.

    Thou Whom the lords of heaven themselves know not !
    Thy source and end the VEdas cannot trace !
    Tlou Whom in every land men fail to know !
    As Thou hast sweetly made me Thine hast called
    This flesh to dance on stage of earth,-
    me to enjoy Thyself with melting soul,-
    In mystic drama, too, hast caused to move,-
    pining on earth, Thou Lord of magic power ! (380)

    XCVI. I am Thine, save me!?

    Without a seed, the fruit Thou causest spring;
    th entire of heaven and earth, and all therein
    Thou didst ordain, and wilt destroy ! Me too,
    deceitful, mean, within Thy temple gates
    Thou filldst with frenzy; madst to join the band
    of Thy great loving ones ! Evn should the tree
    They plant yield poison, men destroy it not;-
    and thus am I, MY OWNER AND MY LORD ! (384)

    XCVII. Devotion.

    OWNER AND LORD, all hail! Besides Thyself
    support to cling to hath Thy servant aught ?
    I serve Thee, hail ! Transcendent Being, Lord
    of those in heavenly courts who dwell, all hail !
    Lowest of all have I become, all hail ! me of every grace, all hail !
    Thou Who didst make me Thine own servant, hail !
    the First Thou art, and Last, my FATHER, hail ! (388)

    XCVIII. Earnest appeal.

    My FATHER ! unto me Ambrosia Thou !
    O Blest Supreme ! Thou art to honey like
    That flows abundant, thrills the soul with bliss I
    Thy loving ones enjoy Thee as their own !
    Helper Thou art ! with glistning glory crowned,
    in weary anguish of Thy worshippers.
    O Treasure ! tell me, wilt Thou leave me here,
    in this poor world to pine away, our KING ? (392)

    XCIX. Come !

    O KING, our Lord, come Thou to me, to me !
    Who art before the four-faced One and MAl,
    And all the gods. Our Lord, come Thou to me, to me !
    After the day when all things have their end
    Thou art ! Our Lord, come Thou to me, to me !
    I at Thy jewelld feet would utter praise
    With loving tongue ! Our Lord, come Thou to me, to me I
    that I, Sins-slayer, may Thy glories SING ! (396)

    C. Longing desire.

    THY PRAISE TO SING I long, all hail ! Thee sing !
    while all my being sinks and melts in love.
    I long to dance, all hail ! in Thy blest courts,
    before Thy flowry dancing Foot ! A dog,-
    I long to join, all hail ! Remove me from
    this nest of worms, all hail ! The false I long
    To Ieave, all hail ! Grant me Thy home, all hail !
    Hail Thou who art to THY TRUE SERVANTS TRUE !

    HYMN VI - neethal viNNappam (prapanja vairakkiyam)

    This title, which forms the burthen of the poem, is given to one of
    the Sages most interesting compositions. It consists of fifty quatrains,
    constructed in a beautiful metre (see my Second Grammar 192) which is in
    fact epichoriambic (as is explained in the notes to the Tamil text).

    It is called AnthAthi poem. This means that it is anaphoretic, the
    last word of a verse is to be repeated in the beginning of each following
    verse, and very often striking its keynote. Hymn V is the same). This has
    a beautiful effect in Tamil, but the difference of Idiom often forbids
    translator to attempt to reproduce it in English.

    The poem throughout is a genuine human cry for Divine help in the midst
    of a terrible struggle and is full of the most vivid emotion. It was composed,
    according to tradition, immediately after the wonderful cento that forms the
    fifth poem, and gives expression to the youthful devotees feelings after his
    guru had finally departed, and the company of the 999 (?) saints who attended
    him had thrown themselves into the fire. He is said to have gone round the Civan
    shrines in the PAndiyan Kingdom, and first of all to have spent some considerable
    time in the ancient city of Tiru-uttara-kOcamangai, which was at one time a
    PAndiyan capital, situate eight miles south-west of Ramnad, where the ruins of
    an important Civan shrine are yet to be seen. There he suffered from the reaction
    naturally consequent upon the excitement produced by the wonderful events of the
    preceding months. He had been till now the petted, highly gifted favourite and
    prime minister of the PAndiyan Kingdom living in the midst of pomp and luxury,
    invested with almost absolute power; and was still in early manhood. He finds
    himself at once a Caiva mendicant, who has renounced everything subsists on alms,
    and must spend his days and nights in solitary meditation.

    Meanwhile the circumstances in which he finds himself placed the lives of
    his companions, the whole environment of the temple, are not favourable to pure
    and high devotion. The lofty ideal is not realized here. Then, as now, the
    influences surrounding and emanating from the shrine itself were in many ways
    deteriorating. From the evidence of these verses, we conclude that there were
    two things from which he suffered. One of these was the allurements of the
    female attendants who, in bands pertained to the temple. We have noticed this
    elsewhere. Hindu commentators will often find mystic meanings, which are harmless,
    - if unfounded. Again and again in this and other poems he deplores the way
    in which he has been led to violate his vow. The other difficulty, often referred
    to was the way in which mere ceremonial acts had to be performed, affording
    no relief to his conscience. He thus fell into a desponding and well-nigh
    despairing state of mind, and sent forth this cry like that heard in the Psalter,
    and reiterated by the greatest Being that ever trod the pathway of this human
    life. Few things in literature have such a genuine ring as some of the verses
    in which young noble bewails his apparent desertion by his Master. Yet he never
    quite lost his confidence and love; and afterwards, as many of the lyrics show,
    exchanged for the spirit of heaviness the garment of praise.

    I do not think that any one can be found who will withhold his sympathy from
    the Sage. It may be noticed, though it is in connection with the Tamil text that
    the matter must be more fully discussed, that there is a great difference, as it
    seems to me, between the style of the first twenty stanzas (where indeed it may
    be conjectured that the poem originally ended) and those that follow. Notably
    in verses 21-50 there is only reference to Uttara-kOca-mangai, which city in verses
    1-20 is a part of the perpetual refrain. These latter verses, too, are more
    ingenious and subtle, and are more ful of poetic fancies. Sometimes, indeed,
    they may seem to be even more beautiful than those that are the undoubted
    composition of the Sage. Their language, rhythm, and manner seem to me, however,
    to be different. But I readily acknowledge the difficulty that lies in
    the way of all merely subjective criticism, especially by a foreigner. Yet
    the exceedingly uncritical way in which these texts have been hitherto handled
    necessitates and justifies the attempt.

    The writer did a great part of these translations at beautiful Lugano,
    not unfrequently relieving the toil by the enjoyment of an hour in the church
    of S. Maria degli Angoli, before the marvellous frescoes of Bernardino Luini;
    and could not help wishing oft times that the Tamil Sage and Seeker after
    God could have stood there, or haply knelt by his side. Could Manikkavacagar
    have traced that history of the Great Master, of His passage from Gethsemane
    to the glory of His heavenly dwelling place, how would he have been affected?.
    One wonders!. It may be that he, and the weaver of MailApUr, and the wandering
    sages of the NAladiyAr, and others whose legends we recall, have since,
    freed from the flesh, visited that spot. Certainly they know those histories
    now! Shall we not in regard to our poet-sage, wherever his ashes are scattered,
    say hopefully and tenderly, Requiescat in pace?

    Metre: kaTTaLaikkaliththuRai

    I. The foresaken ones petition

    Me, meanest one, in mercy mingling Thou didst make Thine own,-
    Lord of the Bull ! Lo, THOUST FORSAKEN ME! O Thou Who wearst
    Garb of fierce tigers skin ! ABIDING UTTARA-KOCA-MANGAIS KING
    Thou of the braided lock ! I fainting sink. Our Lord, uphold Thou me ! (4)


    The crimson lips of maidens fair, in ripeness of their charms,
    I press no more; yet, Lo ! THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME; though in,
    Not out Thy worthy service, UTTARA-KOCA-MANGAIS KING,
    I am ! Thou madst false me Thine, why dost Thou leave me NOW ? (8)


    A tree on river bank of dark eyed maidens senses five
    I rooted stand ! LO, ME THOU HAST FOKSAKEN; Thou who dwellst
    In ArUrs shrine renowned; O UTTARA-KOCA MANGAIS KING !
    Half of her form, the beauteous one ! Thou FOSTERER of my life ! (12)


    Thou tookst me in Thy gracious FOSTERING hand; and then, withdrawn,
    LO ! THOUST FORSAKEN me lost here; Thou Whose lofty crown
    Bears the pale crescent moon, O UTTARA KOCA-MANGAIS KING !
    Thou radiant Beam as lightning seen mid sheen of GLISTENING gold ! (16)


    Like moth in GLISTENING flame, to those of gentle speech, long time
    I fall a prey ! LO, THOUST FORSAKEN ME! In Thy flower-crown
    Sweet bees sip fragrant honey; UTTARA KOCA-MANGAIS KING !
    Since with ambrosia of Thy grace to feed me I REFUSED ! (20)


    Through ignorance I have Thy grace REFUSED; and Thou, my Gem!
    Hast loathed me ! Lo, THOUST FORSAKEN ME ! My throng of deeds
    Suppress, and make me Thine, O UTTARA-KOCA MANGAIS KING !
    Will not the great-sould bear, though little curs are FALSE ? (24)


    FALSE me Thou madst Thine own, as though some worth I had; didst mend
    Me, O Thou True ! LO, THOUST FORSAKEN ME! Thy throat is black
    With swallowd poison ! STATELY UTTARA-KOCA MANGAIS KING!
    O roseate One, Civan, who PUTTST AWAY my mortal pains ! (28)


    What is Thy way of glorious grace that PUTS AWAY my sin ?
    Before whose jubilant Bull flower-crownd foes fearing fled !
    The senses five and fear in ways DIVERSE draw guilty me ! (32)


    Like ant on firebrand lit at DIVERSE ends, severd from Thee,
    Distraught, Lo ! ME THOU HAST FORSAKEN, Thou the only Lord
    Of the vast triple world, strong UTTARA-KOCA-MANGAIS KING !
    Whose BRIGHT right hand uplifts the warriors triple-headed spear ! (36)


    I gained access to Thy BRIGHT Feet, freed from this mortal frame !
    Around Whose beauteous flowery groves the swarms of beetles hum;
    Thou Who with bow of might didst burn the city of, Thy FOES ! (40)


    MY FOES, the five deceived me; from Thy jewelled flower-like Feet
    I parted; LO! THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME ! Thou honey of
    My sinful soul ! O UTTARA-KOCA MANGAIS KING !
    O WORTH, Whose golden form gleams neath the hallowed ash ! (44)


    O WORTHY ONE, Thou madst me Thine; by senses five deceived,
    I worthless left Thee ! UTTARA-KOCA MANGAIS KING ! And Thou
    Hast left me ! Thou Whose mighty javelin slays Thy trembling foes;
    Great SEA of clear Ambrosia given for worthless me to taste ! (48)


    As dog laps water from the lake, my soul Thy mercys SEA
    Who dost as in a home abide in those who leave Thee not,
    Wine of the palm ! Ambrosia ! Gem ! My FLOOD of bliss ! (52)


    Like one whose tongue amid the FLOOD is parched I gaind Thy grace,
    Who ever dwellest in Thy servants hearts that Thee desire !
    To me in guile immersed grant grace ! My joy is JOYLESS all ! (56)


    With JOYOUS thought I saw Thy Foot, drew near, and gained Thy grace;
    Whose flowery jewelld Foot is Light of all true lights that gleam !
    Father accessible ! Lord, Who didst make me all Thine own ! (60)


    I wandered weary, none to say Fear not ! Like lightnings flash
    Behold, THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME ! Thou Truth beyond compare;
    Great UTTARA-KOCA-MANGAIS KING, that like Thyself abides:
    Like Mother Thou, like Father Thou, my souls most precious WEALTH ! (64)


    O WEALTH ! Sole Refuge of my lonely heart ! By those who spurn
    Thy glories feard ! Lo, THOUST FORSAKEN ME; O Grace by eager heart
    With fair groves girt ! Darkness and light, this world and that, Thou art ! (68)


    Be with me ! Govern, use, sell, pledge me, thus I cried,
    Yet me, erewhile Thy guest, THOU HAST FORSAKEN, Who didst drink
    The poison as ambrosia; UTTARA KOCA-MANGAIS KING !
    Thou healing Balm for those bowed down by changeful births disease ! (72)


    Fire of Thy biding grace my sins thick springing wood burns up,
    Who dost destroy the root of human birth, and make me Thine;
    The hill-like elephant didst flay, and fright the Vanji-BOUGH ! (76)


    Like climbing plant with no-supporting BOUGH, I wavering hung !
    Lo, Tender One, me-tremblulg THOUST FORSAKEN; Thou Who dwellst
    Where heavenly ones come not; strong UTTARA-KOCA-MANGAlS KING;
    Thou Who art Ether, Earth, and Fire, and Wind, and watery FLOOD ! (80)


    Like little shrubs where elephants contend, by senses five
    Ive been sore vexed; lo, THOU, my Father, HAST FORSAKEN ME !
    To sinful me commingled honey, milk, sweet cane, ambrosia,
    LIGHT of my soul, thrilling my flesh and inmost frame,-Thou art ! (84)


    The LIGHT Thou art: the White One, gleaming bright. with sacred ash
    Besmeared. Lo ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME; Thou to Thy servants true
    Art near; from others ever distant; hard to know;
    The Feminine, the ancient Male, the neutral One art Thou ! (88)


    The form Thou gavst I wore, in faults abounding, scant of love,.
    Me, worthless slave, THOU HAST FORSAKEN, see ! But, if Thou leave,
    I perish; none but Thee upholds Thy slave; Source of my beings bliss;
    This clear perception hath Thy servant gained, Indwelling Lord ! (92)


    Things true abiding, folly-stirred, for vanities I burnd;
    And THOUST FORSAKEN ME; Thou Who as robe dost wear the hide
    Of fiery mighty-handed elephant !-I joys of sense
    Seeking gain not, like ANTS that noiseless round the oil-jar swarm. (96)


    Like worm in midst of ANTS, by senses gnawed and troubled sore,
    Me, utterly alone, Lo ! THOUST FORSAKEN; Thou Whom fiery death obeyed;
    Whose fragrant flowery Foot the heavenly ones attain, and they
    Who know; O MIGHTY One, Who from Thy servants partest not ! (100)


    When the GREAT waters fail, the little fishes faint; so reft of Thee
    I quake. Lo ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME ! The moons white crescent borne
    On Gangas wave, like little skiff on mountain stream,
    Is hidden in Thy braided locks, O CHOICEST GEM of heaven ! (104)


    CHOICE GEMS they wore, those softly smiling maids; I failed, I fell.
    Lo ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME ! Thou gavst me place mid Saints who wept,
    Their beings filld with rapturous joys; in grace didst make me Thine !-
    Show me Thy Feet, even yet to SENSE revealed, O spotless Gem ! (108)


    While SENSES made me quake, I trembling swerved to falsehoods way.
    Lo ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME ! While heaven and earth the poison feared
    From out the mighty sea, Thou madest it ambrosia; Home of grace !
    Thy servant I, O Master, stand distraught; sole Worship of my heart ! (112)


    Thyself from every fetter free, Thou freedst me from all fault, O Sire,
    Whose bow victorious is the mighty mount ! Lo, THOUST FORSAKEN ME !
    Thy lotus-form the cassias gold wreath wears; O matchless One !
    By fivefold-evil am I stirred like milk by CHURNING STAFF. (116)


    The senses fire burns fierce; Im stirrd as the cool curds by CHURNINGSTAFF,
    Lo ! ME THOU HAST FORSAKEN I Thou Who wearst chaplet of skulls
    And clustering wreaths of flowers, and the long entrails twine; and dost Thyself
    Adorn with ashes, and sweet sandal-paste, O ESSENCE PURE ! (120)

    XXXI. Thou art with all ! - but me !

    PURE ESSENCE Multiform, Who art cool flood, sky, wind, earth, fire;
    THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME ! White, black, and azure art Thou seen !
    Roseate Thy form ! Thy girdle is the glistening hooded snake !
    O WARRIOR ELEPHANT, with dripping brow and mighty foot ! (124)

    XXXII. Sensuality was my bane.

    Those WARRING ELEPHANTS, the senses five, I feared,-was lost.
    THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME, Thou, hard to leave,-hard to attain,
    Save by Thy worthy saints, bright Gem ! While fierce fire raged,
    Poison hard won from out the sea, Thou madst Thy food, O Azure-throat! (128)

    XXXIII. Pardon my waywardness !

    That I wished to do I did,-wine of Thy grace I drank,-rejoiced;-
    Then swerved ! THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME ! Thy fragrant flowery Foot,
    As in the days of old Thou gavst, command and bid me serve !
    Take me, my Father ! O remove this wayward FOND DESIRE ! (132)

    XXXIV. I was fickle and self-witted

    Sitirred by no strong DESIRE I did my will, nor clung to Thine !
    And, lo ! THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME ! When wilt Thou yet as wine
    Of joy meet me, and all my mind with fragrant sweetness fill,
    As of the plantain fruit,-TRANSCENDENT LORD of Kailais hill ? (136)

    XXXV. I am, though faulty, Thine !

    TRANSCENDENT LORD, with Thine own ancient saints, me faulty one
    Thou didst desire ! O Aran, yet LO ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME !-
    Thou didst me place near Thee, like the hare spots thou wearst,-
    O mighty Warrior gainst births five-mouthd snake, my soul would shun! (140)

    XXXVI. Quench sensual fires.

    Like flames in forest glade sense-fires with smoky glare burn fierce !
    I burn ! LO, THOUST FORSAKEN ME ! O conquering King of heaven,
    The garlands on Whose braided lock drip honey, while the bees
    Hum softly mid MandAra buds, whence fragrant sweetness breathes. (144)

    XXXVII. Is there no pity?

    O King, to me poor ignorant, Fear not for faults, Thou didst
    Not say, but HAST FORSAKEN ME, O Thou with fragrance crowned !
    Spouse of the sea-born maid with sparkling gems and jet-black eyes !
    Bhuyangan ! Golden Foot ! My deeds PRESS round like clustering hills. (148)

    XXXVIII. I have erred through weakness.

    By senses PRESSED, fearing I left Thee, weak to quit the charms
    Of sweet-voiced maids. Lo ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME ! Thou radiant Beam
    King of the burning ground; Ambrosia to Thy worshippers;
    Hard to be gained; sole HELP, removing loneliness of lonely me ! (152)

    XXXIX. Help me in this conflict with flesh.

    SOLE HELP, whilst Thou wert there I wandered wanton,-deeds my help !
    THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME, Thou Helper of my guilty soul;
    Thou Source of all my beings bliss; Treasure that never fails !
    No whit bear I this grievous bodys mighty NET ! (156)

    XL. The pain of sensuality.

    Caught by those eyes whose timid glance is like fawns in the NET,
    Wildered I grieved. Lo ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME ! Thou on Whose head
    The pale moons crescent thin is seen ! Ocean of grace ! Thou Lord
    Of Kailais hill ! Spouse of the mountain Maid ! Source Of my beings joy ! (160)

    XLI. Woe is me, in this vile fleshy prison.

    In the hot flood of lust for those of ruddy lips, like crocodiles,-
    I eager plunged. Lo ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME ! This body foul,
    Ant-eaten, I endure not; Civan, list to my complaint !
    Thou Bridegroom of the beauteous Bride; my joyous Goal of bliss ! (164)

    XLII. Grace once given, now withdrawn.

    Thou gavst indeed to me in grace to gain my goal, Thy Feet;-
    Yet THOUST FORSAKEN ME, not fated to shake off this flesh !
    The moon beheld the serpent bright in skull-cave hid, and feared;-
    Then plunging hid his swelling crest within Thy braided lock, O KING ! (168)

    XLIII. I adore Thee, though forlorn.

    O KING, to wretched me, who know not any path, the Light
    Of joy ! THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME !-Thou the true VEdic Lord
    To me didst speak, Who passed speech ! To steadfast worshippers,
    Thou art the First, the Last too,-Thou this universal Whole !(172)

    XLIV. Tormented by lust.

    Like oil was I poured in fierce fire of glancing dartlike eyes,-
    LO ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME! Whose word erst joined me to Thy saints,
    Who ever worship at Thy fragrant flowery Feet; my Lord !
    My Master, faulty though I am, forsake me not ! Thee will I SING. (176)

    XLV. Spiritual desertion

    I SANG Thee not, nor worshipped Thee, O hidden Gem,-nor left this flesh.
    LO ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME ! All wonderment I wept, yet sought Thee not,
    Nor, Where is Civan, Who hath seen Him? did I haste to ask.
    I lay supine, my soul no raptures knew;-I suffered sore ! (180)

    XLVI. Still will I adore the mysteries of Thy nature.

    Like fly in jack-fruit caught, I fell a prey to fawn-eyed maids !
    LO ! THOUST FORSAKEN ME ! But if Thou leave, Ill utter loud reproach !
    Ill call Thee Black-throat, Who ate poison from the sea, The Unqualified,
    The man, Crowned with the waning moon, The mighty God gone wrong. (184)

    XLVII. Various wanderings.

    The ancient worship of Thy blameless Feet I gained; then fell;
    Reviled Thee; woke once more; and, LO ! THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME !
    Greatness, that heavenly Ganga stirs to shed bright gems and pearls !
    Thy WREATHS the crescent in the water seen, caught in Thy braided lock ! (188)

    XLVIII. I will boast Thy name.

    Hero, Who wearst the fiery snake-WREATH on Thy starlike head !
    Lo I THOUST FORSAKEN ME; But if Thou leave when others ask
    Whose servant Thou ? Slave of the glorious slaves
    Of Uttara-kOca-mangais King, Ill name myself, and cause them SMILE at Thee. (192)

    XLIX. Ever praising.

    Ill make them SMILE, unfolding faults and service to the Lord !
    Lo! THOUST FORSAKEN ME; but if Thou leave, I shall ABUSE Thee sore !
    Madman, clad in wild elephants skin; Madman, with hide for his garb
    Madman, that ate the poison; Madman of the burning-ground-fire
    Madman, that chose even me for His own ! (196)


    ABUSING Thee or praising,-crushed by sin, and grieved am I !
    LO! THOUST FORSAKEN ME, Thou Brightness on red coral hill !
    Thou madst me Thine; didst fiery poison eat, pitying poor souls,
    That I might Thine ambrosia taste,-I, meanest one ! (200)

    HYMN VII - thiruvempaavai
    (Cattiyai viyantatu)

    The mystic Song of the Maidens forms a pendant to the Morning Hymn (XX).
    It has always been attributed to Manikka-vACagar without any hesitation, though
    in many respects it is certainly unlike most of his other lyrics. It is said to have
    been composed for the use of the women at ArunACalam, among whom it is, and was,
    the custom to celebrate with great demonstrations of joy a festival in honour of the
    god Civan and the goddess Catti in the month of Margazhi, which corresponds to the
    second half of December and the first half of January. At that time the females of the
    city of all ages for ten successive days rise before dawn, and perambulate the precincts,
    arousing their companions from house to house, and proceeding to bathe
    (in rigidly decorous manner) in the sacred tank. There are passages in this poem
    which I have been obliged somewhat to veil, and modify, carefully preserving,
    however, the full and exact meaning of the original, as I conceive it. There is,
    however, connected with the Caiva worship, it must be said, a series of rites
    which is sometimes called the tantric, and sometimes the Cakti system.
    No doubt, in connection with this, many unspeakable abominations have been,
    and are at times perpetrated; and every thoughtful Hindu is sincerely anxious
    that all trace of these corruptions should be swept away. In all nations Similar
    things have existed, and it would be quite superfluous to enumerate the ancient
    rites of a similar character that have been enthusiastically celebrated. From such
    things the Caiva system must sever itself absolutely, which it can the more decidedly
    do, because they have no real root in the Caiva Siddhanta philosophy itself.

    In one edition of these poems there is the introduction to the Maidens Reveille,
    which gives a mystic interpretation to a large portion of the lyric. According to this author,
    from the month of Adi to the month of Margazhi (i.e. from July 15th to January 15th) is the
    night season; the other half of the year being the daytime; the whole year forming a single
    day of the Gods. The former half of the year, in which there is rain with black clouds, is the
    representative of the secular period of involution or destruction, when all things have been
    re-involved in the ripple veils of darkness, which period precedes that of the recreation, or
    evolution. The other half of the year represents the period of creation, i.e. the time during
    which the phenomenal universe is re-evolved from its eternal elements as the sphere of the
    activities of all things that have life. The month of Margazhi is then the symbol of the
    awaking of the universe from its slumber of involution. It is the dawn of the new creation,
    Ñ of secular evolution. [NOTE XIII].

    Now this creation is the work of Catti, the manifested energy of Civan:Ñhis wife, who
    is the author, not of life indeed, but of the whole phenomenal system in which and by
    which life exerts its energy, and achieves its destinies. Civan himself can come into no
    personal relation with matter and its veiling delusions and darkness. It is, therefore, Catti
    that accomplishes the work; she is an energy of activity, of knowledge, and of desire;
    and through her alone the Supreme evolves all things. But this tantric system, like the
    gnostic systems of old, does not permit Catti as the Partner of the Supreme, to
    accomplish directly the work of evolution. This would be far too simple and direct
    for Hindu philosophy. There is a long chain of feminine manifestations (aeons
    evolved in succession, each coming into a relation to the Supreme that constitutes a
    distinct stage in the process; and it is only at last that BrahmA and Vishnu are
    evolved, to be respectively the fashioned and the maintainer of the cosmic world.
    The writer here enumerates nine of these Cattis amongst whom are numbered the chief
    female divinities that, under various names and epithets, are worshipped or propitiated in
    various parts of India. Among them is the dreaded KAli. No doubt there are hints of all this
    in this poem, but its plain and obvious interpretation is the only one known to the majority
    of those that use it, and I imagine the composer himself was innocent of anything like the
    gnosticism and mysticism that his interpreters have given him credit for. As the hymn
    stands it is a beautiful composition, but in some parts it will seem to be somewhat obscure.
    I have tried to give a version that still be as literal as possible, but only the Tamil reader
    can feel how great a poet its author was; and only the student of the South-Indian Caiva
    philosophy can expect to enter into its spirit.

    Metre: veNTanaiyAnvanta iyaRRavinaik koccackalippa

    I. The temple worship
    (The waits sing at the door)
    The Splendour rare and great, that knows nor first nor end,
    we sing; Thou hearst the song, yet still sleepst on;
    O lady of the large bright eye ! is thine ear dull
    that it perceives not sound of praise that hails
    The great Gods cinctured feet ?ÑShe hears the strain resound
    through all the street, yet in forgetful sleep
    On her flower-couch she muttering turns ! Ñ
    See, here she nothing noting lies ! Why thus, why thus ?
    doth this our friend beseem ?-OUR LADY FAIR, ARISE ! (4)

    II. Trifle not.
    Hail to the heavenly Light, thou ever sayst, as we,
    by night and day. Now of this flowery couch
    Art thou enamourd, maid with faultless gems adorned ?
    Shame I jewelld dames, are these things trifles too ?
    To sport and jest is this the place, when He in grace
    Hath come to give the foot-flower, shame fast angels praise ?
    The Teacher, Lord of Civa-world, in Tillais porch He rules.
    Who are His lovers all ?-OUR LADY FAIR, ARISE ! (8)

    O thou whose smile as pearl is bright, arise, present
    thyself before the Sire, the blissful One, th Ambrosial,
    And with oerflowing sweetness speak ! Come, ope thy doors !-
    [She joins them. They enter the temple porch]
    Ye men devout, the Rulers ancient saints, ye reverend men,
    Willt be amiss if ye our weakness aid, us novices admit ?
    [in the temple]
    No cheat is this know we not all Thy wondrous love ?
    Who sing not what they beauty deem ? Our Civants form
    evn so we yearn to see.-OUR LADY FAIR, ARISE ! (12)

    [ They all henceforth sing their morning song to the goddess,
    imploring HER to arise in grace]
    O thou of radiant pearl-like smile, ist not now dawn ?
    have not the sweet-voiced come, like parrots many-hued ?
    Thus thinking, as is meet, we speak; meanwhile in sleep
    close not Thine eye; let not thy time in vain be spent ! -
    Sole Balm of heaven, the VEdas precious Sense, the Dear
    to eyes that see, we sing, our melting minds
    In rapture all dissolved; nor deem thou shouldst remain
    for ever thus asleep !-OUR LADY FAIR, ARISE ! (16)

    V. Say not, Civan is unknowable!
    The Mount that MAl knew not, and Ayan saw not,-we
    can know; so Thou dost utter falsities,
    O guileful one, whose mouth with milk and honey flows,
    ope thy door! He Whom earth, heaven, and other realms know not,
    In glory makes us His, cleanses our souls in grace.
    His goodness sing ! O Civan, Civan, hark ! they cry.
    Thou understandest not; thou understandest not !-
    Sos she with perfumed locks !-OUR LADY FAIR, ARISE ! (20)

    O fawn, but yesterday thou saidst, At dawn I come
    to rouse you up; but now, all unabashed
    Tell us, what quarter didst thou seek ?-ist not yet dawn ?
    He Who is sky, and earth, and all things else, to men unknown:
    Himself will come, will guard, and make us His; to us
    who coming sing His-heavenly cincturd Foot, speak thou !
    In rapture melt I The King of thee, of us extol;
    of all the worlds ! -OUR LADY FAIR, ARISE ! (24)

    Mother, are these too trifles? Many heavenly ones
    know not, the One, the mighty glorious Lord.
    Hearing His signals, ope thy mouth, and Civan cry,
    Cry Southern-One. Like was before the fire
    Melting,-My own, my King, Ambrosia, we all
    have sung! Hear thou ! apart from us yet dost thou sleep ?
    Dost thou yet speechless lie, like the hard-hearted silly ones ?
    What grace is in this sleep ?-OUR LADY FAIR, ARISE ! (28)

    While cocks are crowing, small birds chant on every side;
    while trumpet sounds, sound out the conch-shells everywhere;
    The heavnly Light without compare, the Grace without compare,-
    the Being great without compare, weve sung; hearst not ?
    Bless thee, what slumbers this ? Thou openest not thy mouth ?
    is such the recompense for our Kings love we bring ?
    ThEternal, First of Beings; Him Whobides the Only-One;
    the Lady s Partner sing we all !-OUR LADY FAIR, ARISE ! (32)

    Ancient of days, existing ere the ancient world!
    Whose nature shares the newness of created things!
    Thy worshippers devout, whove gained Thee for their Lord,
    adore Thy servants feet.-to them give reverence due.---
    And these alone shall be our wedded lords; joyous
    evn as they bid, due service will we render meek.
    Thus, if Thou grant to us this boon, our King, no lack
    Thy handmaids eer shall know!-OUR LADY FAIR, ARISE ! (36)

    Beneath the sevenfold gulf, transcending speech, His foot-flower rests;
    with flowers adorned His crown of all the universe is crown !
    The Ladys at His side !-His sacred form dwells not alone !
    The VEdam, heavenly ones, and earth, praise Him; and yet
    Hes our one Friend, Whose praise neer dies; within His saints He dwells;
    pure He sustains the clan ; ye temple-ladies, say
    What is His Town ? His Name ? His kin ? and who His foes ?