Bliss Bountiful
To be blessed is to watch the trees
Their blossoms when they shed fresh
Chirrups and tweets metering coherent
Ecstasy-adorned mind sings forth joyously
This moment, this showering Bakula flowers
O'bountiful, bountiful..smitten and crazy
Carpeted aroma this tuned melodic to
Bharathi once sang breezy dulcet words
'Eththanai kodi inbam vaiththaai-yengal
Iraiva, iraiva, iraiva'...and
Look, how my english spirit humming it
'Ho, bountiful happiness gifted Thee-our
God, o'God, o'God'..
And to continue when you ask me
Hunting my heart in this floral pleasance..
Out with those elysian words humming for you..
'Chiththinai achiththudan inaithaai-angu
Serum ayimbhoothathu viyanulakamaiththaai
Aththanai ulakamum varnakalanjiyam
Aaga palapala nal azhagugal samaiththaai'
'Soul in body infused-thereon
Founded five-elemental creations
All Thine nature arrayed colourful
O' plenteous beauty created Thee'
Now sweet little punches, Bakula commanding
And your anxious smile gestures 'sing'
Signing not to go abrupt..therefore
'Mukthi yendroru nilai samaiththaai-angu
Muzhudhinai unarum unarvamaiththaai
Bhakthi yendroru nilai vakuththaai-yengal
Parama, Parama, Parama'
'Salvation Thee classed up-thereon
To cherish bestowed the spirit on
Devotional trance Thee induced-our
God, o'God, o'God'
Now in her fragrant mood Bakula pouring, pouring
Let our perfumed hearts sing
'Yeththanai koti inbam vaiththaai...'
'Ho, bountiful happiness gifted Thee...'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Bakula
O'Bakula, Bakula
Tell me
Your secrecy why sri Krishna
His Bansuri played under your canopy
Whilst you shedding your drizzles
Gathered the cows in gentle breeze
Tell me
St.Sambandar why under your shade
To marry assured Sangili Nachiar
Whilst you murmuring in gentle sway
Played concealed Shiva in your shadiness
Tell me
Temple lords all choose why you
In tranquility seated by your side
Tri-faceted turned why even Lord Muruga
At Elangi in your courtship importunate
Tell me
Your medicament exercised why to luxuriate
Usage of barks, flowers, fruits all yours why
Prized ethereal your gardenia why
Blossoms yours laced into laurels why
O'Bakula, Bakula
Look, handful mine your aromatic blossoms
To open up here truth of your heavenliness
Sunny-tiny, their celestiality wafting fragrance
Speaketh of trees five of providence
'Sandhanam, Mandharam, Karpagam, Parijatham
With Devatharu their evil fate suffered
Be out of demonism sought they to Shiva
Blessed then into one Bakula tree all five
Up His words seated at Thiruvotriyur
Shiva in shadiness beneath the Bakula tree'
O'Bakula, Bakula
Firmament so is your mother factual
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Perumaal91-96
91 Penancing Dharmadev where visioned Thee
Thereon where built Thine abode Vishvakarma
Thine golden beauty where adores NoopuraGangai
Sundaravalli where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thirumaliruncholai(Azhagar Malai)
That in appraisal versifies where Andaal handsome Thee
Hey Paramaswami, vision, I surrender
92Deceived Asuras where Thine Mohini
Nectar-droplets where fell to sanctify
Thine Matsya where retrieved Brahma's veda-codices
Where with Mohanavalli Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of ThiruMohoor
That staunch Brahma where worshipped Thee gratefully
Hey Kaalamega Perumaal, vision, I surrender
93 Kadamba Rishi penanced where to vision Thee
Brahma, Indra where gifted Kadamba Thine images
Mayan and Vishvakarma where built Thine abode
Thirumamagal where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirukoshtiyoor
That Narayana mantra where atop Ramanuja preached
Hey, Uragamellanaiyan, vision, I surrender
94 Dhasaratha penanced where for a child
Imploring on ocean farther where Rama to Varuna pleaded
On Dharbasayanam where penanced Rama for Sita
Where with Kalyanavalli, Padmasini Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thirupullani
That descended Thee where for Kalava, Kanva, Pullava rishis
Hey, AdiJagannath, vision, I surrender
95 Where for satvaguna blessed Adiseshan penanced
Rishi Athri's son where for Thine grace penanced
Penancing Satyarishi awaiting where after Thee blessed
Uyyavantha Thaayaar where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of ThiruMeyyam
That Pururuva too where Thee blessed
Hey Satyagirinatha, vision, I surrender
96 Fish-shaped such that land where from Vaikunta gifted
Manu whereatSarayu-bank founded then
Worshipped Pallikondanathan where Ikshvakus generationally
Where with Sitapiratti Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of ThiruAyodhi
That Kulasekhara fondly where sings Thee
Hey SriRama, vision, I surrender
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Devi
Sphere of a sphereless space
Shape of a shapeless grace
Metre of a metreless race
Rhythm of a rhythmless pace
Wherefrom does this soul evolve
Hey! Devi, in and around Thee revolve
Life and death in I resolve
Sin and fear, off Thee absolve
Black and dark Thee in glow
White and bright Thee in flow
Green and red Thee up grow
Pink and blossom aroma Thee sow
Timeless womb of myriad genesis
Timless tomb of final synthesis
Monotheism in polytheistic thesis
Devi, Devi of plentiful Devis
Power of powerful pervasion universal
Mother of finite multitude fertile
Why not, why not o' bountiful
I call Thee my karmic-goal
The filthy void wide within mine
Shackled devoid of pathos by grace Thine
A zing of bliss then strikes me fine
Mother! my ecstatic anthem in cosmic align!
poem by Indira Renganathan
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To Eliza
Eliza, tell thy lover why
Or what induced thee to deceive me?
Fare thee well--away I fly--
I shun the lass who thus will grieve me.
Eliza, still thou art my song,
Although by force I may forsake thee;
Fare thee well, for I was wrong
To woo thee while another take thee.
Eliza, pause and think a while--
Sweet lass! I shall forget thee never:
Fare thee well! although I smile,
I grieve to give thee up forever.
Eliza, I shall think of thee--
My heart shall ever twine about thee;
Fare thee well--but think of me,
Compell'd to live and die without thee.
'Fare thee well!--and if forever,
Still forever fare thee well!'
poem by George Moses Horton
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Thee, Thee, Only Thee
The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking,
The night's long hours still find me thinking
Of thee, thee, only thee.
When friends are met, and goblets crown'd,
And smiles are near, that once enchanted,
Unreach'd by all that sunshine round,
My soul, like some dark spot, is haunted
By thee, thee, only thee.
Whatever in fame's high path could waken
My spirit once, is now forsaken
For thee, thee, only thee.
Like shores, by which some headlong bark
To the ocean hurries, resting never,
Life's scenes go by me, bright or dark,
I know not, heed not, hastening ever
To thee, thee, only thee.
I have not a joy but of thy bringing,
And pain itself seems sweet when springing
From thee, thee, only thee.
Like spells, that nought on earth can break,
Till lips, that know the charm, have spoken,
This heart, howe'er the world may wake
Its grief, its scorn, can but be broken
By thee, thee, only thee.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Nature Is Bountiful
Nature is whispering
Light winds over the hills and dales
And is spreading its sunshine
Over beautiful vales
For nature is bountiful
With its glory and shine
And wonderful colors
Of rainbow hue fine
For nature is the art of gracious God
Who spreads his bliss for all
In the form of beautiful flowers and clouds
All trees and brooks and rainbow small
For God sends for us autumn and spring
With their beauty, grace and delight
Where birds dance and joyously sing
To make it a beautiful and a priceless sight
For nature is bountiful
And inspires us to live
In its astonishing beauty
That is present and alive
So let the peace of God Almighty flow
Through calm waves or sunshine hue
And listen carefully to the whispering wind
That nature is spreading like a morning dew.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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I Love Thee
I love thee—I love thee!
'Tis all that I can say;—
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day;
The very echo of my heart,
The blessing when I pray:
I love thee—I love thee!
Is all that I can say.
I love thee—I love thee!
Is ever on my tongue;
In all my proudest poesy
That chorus still is sung;
It is the verdict of my eyes,
Amidst the gay and young:
I love thee—I love thee!
A thousand maids among.
I love thee—I love thee!
Thy bright hazel glance,
The mellow lute upon those lips,
Whose tender tones entrance;
But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs
That still these words enhance,
I love thee—I love thee!
Whatever be thy chance.
poem by Thomas Hood
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Song
I saw thee on thy bridal day-
When a burning blush came o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:
And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of Loveliness could see.
That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame-
As such it well may pass-
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
In the breast of him, alas!
Who saw thee on that bridal day,
When that deep blush would come o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay;
The world all love before thee.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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Ode to Mother Nature
I pray to thee mother nature,
Thine beauty none can match,
Sweet or sour thy feature,
Life or death thee hatch.
Sweet is thy misery,
Sour is thy love,
I ought to be thy slave,
And thine shall guide me from above.
The seasons, some harsh some mellow,
In which some sing and some play bass cello,
Thou bring me happiness,
As thou ar't all beautiful.
An ode I summon to thine stranger,
An ode I summon to thee,
Inside the bearer thy beauty lie,
It's all the magic inside ones eye.
poem by Aditya Mudbhary
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Mine Eyes Beg Sight Of Thee
Mine eyes beg sight of thee; mine mind begs, thought;
Mine heart begs consort with thee-for us to be what we ought;
Mine arms beg thine own body, in loving embrace-
Contrariwise, mine own body begs of same, face to face!
Mine own soul begs for thine, as its mate-
Our re-acquaintance made as was, through the powers of fate;
Mine whole life begs for thine own beauty's attestation:
As I bide still, I ruminate upon my futurity's celebration.
Until this time, when we shall meet my beloved, fair thee well:
May we both one day be the story that we lovingly tell.
All that I am begs for all that you are-
In a world with myriad resplendence, you are its brightest star!
Query not why it is that I covet thee as I do,
Ponder only: that in the morrow, more of same shall be gifted, to you!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Perumaal 79-84
79 Bountiful earth where bore blessed Adisesha, Garuda
Romasa, Urvasi, Thilothama, SinduRaja all where penanced
To be blessed by Thee anointed anodyne
Sridevi, Bhoodevi where with Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvaramangai(Vanamamalai)
That stories Bhoomipirati pining to Thee
Hey ThothathriNatha, vision, I surrender
80 That stolen secret codex of creation Brahma's
With Somukasuran where Thee fought and recaptured
Guised as Kaladhushaka where Thee preached beneficence
Where with VaikuntavalliThee gracing
To Thou abode that of Srivaikuntam
That blossoms sacred Setru Thamarai Thine
Hey Kallapiran, vision, I surrender
81 Done with earthly duties where then Vedavith wished
'Aasanathai'where that mantra Thee enlightened
Vedavith where to Thee bowed to pursue
Varagunamangai where with Thee favouring
To that abode that of Thiruvaragunamangai(Naththam)
That praises Romasa Thine salving sanctity
Hey Vijayasana, vision, I surrender
82 Their pleasance where in union Vishnu and Lakshmi
Angered where jealousy Bhoomipirati
Dried up earth then where Thee replenished reconciling
Where with Malarmagal, Bhoomipirati Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirupulinkudi
That stories Thee salvaging Indra
Hey Bhoomipaala, vision, I surrender
83a Making of yajna sala where Supraba rishi found
As weighing balance, bow Vidyadaran, his wife
Honoured with Avirbaga devas too Where blessed by Thee
Karunthadakkanni where with Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thirutholaivillimangalam
That praises Thee Nammalvar in pasurams
Hey Devapiran, vision, I surrender
83b Whereafter his yajna, Supraba in continual devotion
Worshipped Thee where with routine lotuses divine
Whereon so pleased to name Thyself Aravindalochana
Karunthadakanni where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thirutholaivillimangalam
That Ashvini devas too where thee blessed
Hey, Aravindalochana, vision, I surrender
-Two temples make one divya desam at Tholaivillimangalam
84 Where for a babe Vedasaran, Kumudavalli prayed to Thee
Blessed their daughter where Kamalavathi penanced
Happily embracing where Thee conjoined Kamalavathi
Where with Three devis Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thirukkulanthai
That wherefrom Asmasuram, saved Thee Kumudavalli
Hey Soranatha vision, I surrender
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I Will Not Let Thee Go
I will not let thee go.
Ends all our month-long love in this?
Can it be summed up so,
Quit in a single kiss?
I will not let thee go.
I will not let thee go.
If thy words' breath could scare thy deeds,
As the soft south can blow
And toss the feathered seeds,
Then might I let thee go.
I will not let thee go.
Had not the great sun seen, I might;
Or were he reckoned slow
To bring the false to light,
Then might I let thee go.
I will not let thee go.
The stars that crowd the summer skies
Have watched us so below
With all their million eyes,
I dare not let thee go.
I will not let thee go.
Have we chid the changeful moon,
Now rising late, and now
Because she set too soon,
And shall I let thee go?
I will not let thee go.
Have not the young flowers been content,
Plucked ere their buds could blow,
To seal our sacrament?
I cannot let thee go.
I will not let thee go.
I hold thee by too many bands:
Thou sayest farewell, and lo!
I have thee by the hands,
And will not let thee go.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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Thou Flower Of Summer
When in summer thou walkest
In the meads by the river,
And to thyself talkest,
Dost thou think of one ever--
A lost and a lorn one
That adores thee and loves thee?
And when happy morn's gone,
And nature's calm moves thee,
Leaving thee to thy sleep like an angel at rest,
Does the one who adores thee still live in thy breast?
Does nature eer give thee
Love's past happy vision,
And wrap thee and leave thee
In fancies elysian?
Thy beauty I clung to,
As leaves to the tree;
When thou fair and young too
Looked lightly on me,
Till love came upon thee like the sun to the west
And shed its perfuming and bloom on thy breast.
poem by John Clare
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O Lord My God! - -Carl Boberg
O Lord my God!
When I in awesome wonder
consider all the worlds
Thy hands have made
I see the stars,
I hear the rolling thunder,
The power throughout the universe displayed
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the geltle breeze;
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in; -
That on the cross my burden gladly bearing,
He bled to take away my sin; -
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, My God, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
poem by Sangnam Nam
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Perumaal 13-18
13 No salt, agreed where Thee to Markandeya
Wedded where Thee to Lakshmi by Thou heart
So to impart where Thou excellence matchless
where with Bhoomidevi, Tulasidevi Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvinnagar(Oppiliappan koil)
That accolades Ennappan, Ponnappan, Maniappan, Muthappan
Hey Oppiliappa, Venkatappa, vision.I surrender
14 Ascetic Medhaavi's austerity where bore Mahalakshmi
Her damsel-beauty Where Thee captured in marriage
Beseen where Thee in split five personae
Vanjulavalli where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirunaraiyur(Naachiar Koil)
That bears highly weighty mighty Thou Garuda
Hey Thirunaraiyur Nambi, vision I surrender
15 His mud-pot for creation whence Brahma made
Kaveri's penance where gained Ganga's stature
Kaveri's wishful child where Thee improvised
Where with Saranayaki Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thirucherai
That sings Thee in Thirumangai's praises
Hey Santhana Perumaal, vision I surrender
16 Penance where at Badhrivanam Mahalakshmi did
Dharshana Pushkarani where had Mahalakshmi ablution
Well then Mahalakshmi where to Thee married
Abhishegavalli where with Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thirukannamangai
That praises Thee in Thirumangai's heart
Hey, Bhktavatsala, vision I surrender
17 Visioned where Thou walking elegance Vibhishana
Vanquished where Thou discus demon Vikataksha
Padmavathi to marry where Thee fished
Where with Kannapuranayaki Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirukannapuram
That hymns Thee in Thirumangai's heart
Hey Sowriraja, vision, I surrender
18 Where for Thirumangai stayed Bakula tree immortal
Where for Thirumangai stood tamarind tree sleepless
Whereat Thirumangai won the thievery-case
Lokanayaki where with Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thirukannangudi
That sings the Mangai-myth of a well Thine
Hey Lokanatha, vision, I surrender
poem by Indira Renganathan
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In Thee I Trust
Thee has created me with love,
To love.
Thou has forgiven my sins
As vast as the ocean
My only true love
In Thee I depend
For waking each morn’
My daily sustanance
To Thee I pray
Ever so humble and thankful
For my every blessing received
I kneel to Thee
Thee sent Rumi in my dreams
To show me the way
The narrow ledge I am to cross
He showed me how
Swifty without fear
Of what lies below
He showed me how to fly inThine Mercy
And truly “yaqeen” in Thee
My beloved creator
Who knows the depth of my heart
To Thee
I leave all my affairs
My every thought,
Am consumed by Thee
My heart echoes Thy name
My life in Thine hands
In Thee lies my destiny
To Thee I yearn to return
Pure of heart and soul...
poem by Persian Khushi
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To His Son, Vincent Corbet
What I shall leave thee none can tell,
But all shall say I wish thee well:
I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth,
Both bodily and ghostly health;
Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee,
So much of either may undo thee.
I wish thee learning, not for show,
Enough for to instruct and know,
Not such as gentlemen require
To prate at table or at fire.
I wish thee all thy mother's graces,
Thy father's fortunes, and his places.
I wish thee friends, and one at court,
Not to build on, but support,
To keep thee, not in doing many
Oppressions, but from suffering any.
I wish thee peace in all thy ways,
Nor lazy nor contentious days;
And when thy soul and body part,
As innocent as now thou art.
poem by Richard Corbet
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Go Where Glory Waits Thee
Go where glory waits thee,
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweetest,
Oh! then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys that bless thee,
Sweeter far may be;
But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,
Oh! then remember me!
When, at eve, thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,
Oh! then remember me.
Think, when home returning,
Bright we've seen it burning,
Oh! thus remember me.
Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its lingering roses,
Once so loved by thee,
Think of her who wove them,
Her who made thee love them,
Oh! then remember me.
When, around thee dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,
Oh! then remember me.
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,
Oh! still remember me.
Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,
Draw one tear from thee;
Then let memory bring thee
Strains I used to sing thee, --
Oh! then remember me.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Immortality In Thee
Love is my fire, which burns to ash
And with its ash I write thy name
On thy heart, on thy heart of fame
So love does not die, but seep in thee
And thou realize what thee mean to me.
Thy meaning is to simply be
The lady thou art, the lady I see
With my soul's earnest eye
And with my hearts tender sigh
In mine essence thine heart shall never die
My love is immortal, it shall not perish
And in natures beauty it will cherish
All loves to be all to loves to come
And with my loves soft drum, I beat
I sing, to thy souls in nature.. I sing
In the sun's incandescent light
In the cadence of her ocean's waves
In the mist drenched valleys of her hills
In the rich colorful petals of fragile flowers
In the aroma of her strange spices
In the evanescence of her moon
In the beauty of her earthly souls
In sympathy, forgiveness, humanity
In the sensitivity of thine heart!
From the fire of dying love
With its ashes, I give,
To thou to keep, in thine heart hidden deep.
My ashes so seep….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Holy Innocents
Sleep, little Baby, sleep,
The holy Angels love thee,
And guard thy bed, and keep
A blessed watch above thee.
No spirit can come near
Nor evil beast to harm thee:
Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fear
Where nothing need alarm thee.
The Love which doth not sleep,
The eternal arms around thee:
The shepherd of the sheep
In perfect love has found thee.
Sleep through the holy night,
Christ-kept from snare and sorrow,
Until thou wake to light
And love and warmth to-morrow.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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