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I have taken
this poem from an unpublished collection of Tamil verses
by Guhai Namasivaya that I found in the mid-1980s. Since
they are all in the venba metre, they may be some
of the verses that Guhai Namasivaya was composing every
day as an offering to Arunachala. The title translates
as A Garland for Arunagiri. Arunagiri, meaning
'Red Mountain', is one of the Tamil names of
Arunachala.
Benedictory Verse
In composing
this garland in praise of Mount Arunagiri
Who dwells
in the world as a column of fire,
Sought
in vain by the swan and the boar,(1)
We
invoke the protection of Lord Ganapati,(2)
The child
who leads the elephant hordes,
In whom all
good qualities are embodied.
1
Holy Mount
Aruna whom the world reveres,
Through your
grace you have brought wisdom
Into the
heart of a fool such as I
So that in
the flawless glory
Of your
musk-drenched holy foot
My spirit
might be seeped.
2
Lord
Arunagiri, dispeller of our actions' fruit,
Never have I
performed an act deeming it righteous
Nor
refrained from one realising its wrongness,
Without you
to inspire and guide my every move.
3
Often will
the holy feet
Of tank-girt
southern Arunachala's King
Enter my
sinner's heart;
A
life-giving support upon my lonely journey,
They will
fulfil my every aspiration.
4
Lord Sankara!
With foot
and eye
You
trampled and burned Yama and Kama.(3)
And now my
thoughts have no fit object,
Noble Lord
Arunachala,
But your own
two feet.
5
Were I to
perform countless evil deeds
That bind
the soul,
Those bonds
could not grip and hold me,
For I have
beheld the lotus foot of Aruna's Lord
Whose
glory Mal and lotus-born Brahma sing.(4)
6
Dispeller of
the wicked deeds
Of those who
meditate upon you!
Arunagiri's
King!
Bridegroom
of the gods! When will it be
That my
sensual desires are cut away,
And I reach
and dwell at your golden foot?
Speak, my
Lord? When will it be?
7
I am a
worthless wretch who never yearned
For the
bliss of pure consciousness,
Never
contemplated in his heart of hearts
That supreme
and arduous path.
What way
could there be for one such as I
To slough
off the burden of former deeds?
What way to
praise your golden foot
And wear it
as an ornament?
8
You whose
flowery foot unfolds victorious
In our
hearts, Aruna's eternal Lord!
In an
instant the powerful residues of former deeds (5)
And
the soul's threefold impurity (6)
Will all be
reduced to ash
If only we
fix our minds upon
The
bejewelled lotus of the foot.
9
You who hold
dominion over the minds
Of those who
love you!
Wise Lord of
Arunachala!
King whose
liberality is unfailing!
Although I
have paid heed to those
Who,
desirous of gaining your holy foot,
Have
established it within their hearts,
Alone and
destitute I cannot cleanse the stain
From my own
sinful heart.
10
Lord of
Arunachala, who conquered my heart
On a day so
hard to describe!
For a dog
such as I it is equally fitting
Whether you
thrust away from you
Or gather up
and protect
This head
that I have laid at your feet.
11
Lord of
Arunachala, provider of sustenance!
Will there
be further births
Upon this
wide earth
For those
who praise you,
Even if they
are not free of the effects of former deeds,
Of their
mind's wandering and other distinctions?
If they have
not abandoned the sense of self?
12
My heart, we
have attained to the knowledge
Of
Arunachala's King whom we revere and praise
So that we
may worship him in his temple
And glorify
him time and time again.
Rejoicing,
we have put to flight and banished
All our evil
ways.
13
Since you
are my Master
And I am one
of your herd,
Divine Lord
of Arunachala,
Consider
this:
If
there is any fault with that herd (7)
The
responsibility lies with the Master alone.
If you do
not guard me from evil,
It is not I
but you alone
The world
will blame!
14
Lord Sankara,
dwelling upon Aruna's Mount,
You who
never come near the hearts of the deceitful!
For a wretch
such as I
Who has not
sought the supreme state
Nor laid
aside secular works
Nor
enshrined a holy teacher in his heart of stone,
What
recourse can there be?
Speak!
15
My spirit,
what cause is there for distress
Now that you
have spoken the name
Of him who
knows no equal?
Now that,
grasping their meaning,
You
have uttered aloud the five holy letters (8)
Of
Arunachala's Lord, the eternal one
Who in
former times knew the demon's heart
And
punished him?(9)
16
Our inner
eye will blossom, my heart of stone!
As for
the worlds that lotus-borne Brahma fashions,(10)
It will be
in our power to create them all,
If only we
think upon and praise the two feet
Of
Arunachala's Lord,
Of him
who tore out the great tooth of the sun,(11)
Whom none
can approach!
17
Though we
learn to drink the bitter sap of plants
And water
choked with dead leaves,
Though we
learn to eat in the morning only,
Can anything
be gained
Other than
what is freely granted
By our Lord
and God of Arunachala,
From whose
lofty trident
A flower
garland hangs?
Speak!
18
If you ask a
fool which is greater,
Impurity or
the power of Arunachala's Lord,
He will be
convinced that the answer is impurity.
However, the
Lord will know those true devotees
Whose minds
have grasped the supreme,
And he will
enter and dwell within their hearts,
However
subtle the impurity.
19
King whose
adornments are manifold!
Arunachala's
Lord!
Transcender
of time, in whose brow
An eye
is set!(12)
My own
Father whose throat darkened
As the
tide of poison rose!(13)
Will the day
come
That I break
free
From the
round of births?
20
My heart, if
we are chastised
By the good
Lord of Arunachala
So that the
evil in us is driven out,
Is it to do
us harm?
Does the
washerman feel any anger
When he
beats clothing on a stone
To
remove the dirt?(14)
21
Ever
worshipping him and praising him
With melting
hearts
And
performing sweet service,
His devotees
will behold
The two feet
of Aruna's Lord
Who
bears the chill moon in his locks.(15)
Swiftly they
will hasten
Towards
their final liberation.
22
I shall sell
my worldly goods,
Bring gifts
to a suitable place,
Set them out
and make offerings;
Such is the
service I now offer you.
Why do you
remain thus,
Lord of
Arunachala
Without any
belief in me?
23
Immovable
Mountain,
You who are
ever mindful
Of those who
in their hearts
Trust you
alone and no other!
Formerly you
were known as the Lord
Who watches
over those
Who seek his
protection.
But what
now, my Lord of Arunachala?
24
Our Master
and Lord of Arunachala,
If we do not
trust in
The fair
lotus of your foot,
If we do not
recite the five syllables
Of your
noble and holy name
And
smear out bodies with the sacred ash that purifies,(16)
to cross the
powerful,
Never-ceasing torrent of births
Will be
difficult indeed.
26
You who slew
the lion-god Vishnu
Who himself
had slain
The
huge and warlike demon Hiranya!(17)
Great Lord
of Arunachala,
Who
swallowed the poison as it arose!
Who is there
who could know your form?
Speak!
27
There are
worthless tongues:
The bell has
one,
As
does a pair of scales.(18)
There are
the evil tongues
Of the
unrighteous.
Tell me,
Arunachala's King,
Is not the
noble tongue
That praises
your five-lettered name
The only one
that knows true sweetness?
28
There is no
general who would dare
To lead his
army into battle
Against
those who revere the foot
Of our Lord
of Arunachala
Whose glory
is known through the learned Vedas
And numerous
other related works,
Our leader
who rides a prancing bull.
29
Yama knows
his foot,
Vishnu, his savage spear and battle axe.(19)
Brahma knows
his intent,
Parvati his
physical form.
Beyond
this,
Who can know
the form of Arunachala's Lord?
Speak!
30
Tell me,
Why those
great tomes?
And
why the six religious systems?(20)
Why this
talk of austerities,
And why
these thoughts of fasting
When
desire's eternal onslaught
Can be
quelled by Aruna'a Lord,
For whom my
heart possesses
The greatest
desire of all?
31
You may
intone the scriptures;
You may know
all there is to know
About the
world as it exists
From its
beginning to its final end.
But what of
that?
Those who
have no love
For Mount
Aruna's flawless Teacher,
Whose
justice ever prevails,
Will remain
in bondage,
Condemned in
this world and the next.
32
Unless it is
so ordained
By our Lord
of Arunachala,
Who creates
the universe in its entirety
And then
draws it back into himself,
The fevered
mind, though it suffer
A hundred
thousand painful thoughts,
Will not be
one atom better,
Or for that
matter, one atom worse.
33
Taking birth
as plant and animal,
Those who
have not paid homage
To the foot
of the perfect one,
The Lord of
Arunachala
Whom even
the conquering Kama failed to subdue,
Will wander
ceaselessly upon the earth.
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