Devi Abhirami
So much is thine fulgent ear-stud
Hey Devi for thine mercy to scud
Fulgently up the sky to a moony thud
Saving Subramanyan thine child
Stashing hundred and one hymns for us piled
King Serfoji thence to feel beguiled
And Kallapillaiyar at thy abode
Dwelling to hide a potful Amruth-load
And thine spouse on another mode
Again to hide Amruth elsewhere to rid
The punishable devas' pride to unbid
Amruthagateshwar Himself to abraid
Hey Abhirami, beauteous born of Vishnu's ornament
Is that thine vernal refulgency affluent
Amruthagateshwar wheedled to vent
Life Markandeya's with ever a blessed sixteen
Then there to punish yama kicked umpteen
Thence we to drown in thine bliss- marine
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Sonnet: We Can See God
The Sun looks like Thine heart afilled with joy;
0 God, the Rain is like Thine compassion;
The Moon appears like Thine face as when coy;
The Galaxies are like divine Mansion.
The quadrillion stars look like Heaven's eyes;
The thunder seems to be Thine angry voice;
The Lightning is Thine pow'r of sample size,
The songs of birds akin Thine happy noise.
The verdure spring looks like Thine beauteous face;
The winter cold is Thine heart's discontent;
The summer’s yield is sign of Thine own pace;
The autumn’s wind appears to be Thine vent.
The earth is footstool for Thine lovely feet;
Thine Replica is Mother Nature sweet.
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Kaumaram-3
Palani-third of the six special
abodes of Lord Murugan
Those hosannas'Muruganukku arohara, Kandhanukku arohara'
Thine mightiness in 'Kaavadi' of Thine beneficence
Heightened Shivagiri, Shakthigiri on hauling up drumming
Evanesced now, divine Thine anger puerile
Won Thine fruit of Truth in ripened fruition
Devout Thine fanatics with ecstatic 'Aroharas'
O'Lord, behold, jiggling Thine abode
Humble Thine sentinel Idumban smothered
Thronging cheers of 'vel, vel, vetri vel'
Hail to Thine dulcet bliss of kingly presence
Why then this recluse..esconce in Thine golden charriot
We haul with 'Muruganukku Arohara, Kandhanukku Arohara'
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Devi Gomathi
On this day of thine wishful celebration
Blest with Sankara Narayana-dharshan
In submission present mine petition
Over an unfulfilled ambition
O'Gomathi
Well aware of a revelation
That myth has accounted in summation
Sons of Shiva, Hari while on a quarrelling stimulation
Answered HariHara in oneness presentation
Proximate longing thine too for a dharshan
Penanced thence on a ten-days -continuation
Unpleasant for the celestials thine separation
To 'Punnaivanam' tailed all as cows by conversion
For thy name was it an eventful causation
Cowherdess 'Go'mathi so with cows' association
All in blessed bliss to vision
A verity of Sankaranarayana's rendition
O'Gomathi
Well aware of again a revelation
That myth has accounted in summation
Coiling around a Shivling a serpent.. that situation
By oracle erected king Ukrapandi thine abode for salvation
Then that mud of the snake-mound formation
Senative, curative is the lore's narration
Then in Nagasunai a dip of holy ablution
Praying to thine chakra with devotion..
O'Gomathi
Umpteen efforts, umpteen visits
Umpteen pleas, umpteen vows
All but one done blessed in karmic whirls
That undone is thine sparkling presence
In closure my awaiting sight pleads please
By thy holy heart to mine inly vision please
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Perumaal 61-66
61 Self manifested where sacred Thee art
Valmiki where visioned Thine Neervannan
Despite moating rain diligent Mangai where visioned Thee
Animamalarmangai where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thiruneermalai
That accolades Neervannan, Neermukhilvannan, Ranganathan
Hey ShantaNarasimha, Thrivikrama, vision, I surrender
62 A girl per day where married Thee of Kaalavarishi
Three hundred and sixty girls in a year after
Compended then where as one Lakshmi
Where with Komalavalli Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvidanthai
That atones where of Bali's killing of Devas
Hey LakshmiVaraha, Nithyakalyana, vision, I surrender
63 His path for ParamapadaNatha ocean-blockaded
Pundarika's devout folly where of hand-dredging ocean
Thee rushed where to bless, then to embed there on
Nilamangai where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thirukadanmallai(Mamallapuram)
That bore Thine child Bhuthathalwar
Hey Sthalasayana, vision.I surrender
64 RishiVamadeva where with saptha-rishis
To vision Thine Narasimha longed like Vishvamitra
As for Vishvamitra where Thee blessed in one kadikai
Where with Amrithavalli Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Cholasimmapuram(Thirukadikai)
That is honoured with Thine Yoga Anjaneya
Hey YogaNarasimha, vision.I surrender
65 His craving piety where for more lotuses
Gajendra got where Lakshmi's share too
Blessed him then where Thee with Lakshmi worshipped
Malarmelmangai where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirunavaay
That breathe Thine fragrance nine yogis
Hey Navaay Mukunda, Narayana, vision, I surrender
66 Serene river Neela where Pandavas captured of
Stayed on where to worship Thine Vishnu
Ambarisha's Paramapadanathas where erstwhile encircled
Where with Padmasini Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvithuvakkodu
That decrees Thine Kulasekhara's devotion
Hey Abhayaprada, vision, I surrender
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Australian Anthem
Maker of earth and sea,
What shall we render Thee?
All things are Thine!
Ours but from day to day
Still with one heart to pray,
“God bless our land alway,”
This land of Thine.
Mighty in brotherhood,
Mighty for God and good,
Let us be Thine.
Here let the nations see
Toil from the curse set free,
Labour and Liberty
One cause—and Thine.
Here let glad Plenty reign;
Here let none seek in vain
Our help and Thine—
No heart for want of friend
Fail ere the timely end,
But love for ever blend
Man's cause and Thine
Here let Thy peace abide;
Never may strife divide
This land of Thine.
Let us united stand,
One great Australian band,
Heart to heart, hand in hand,
Heart and hand Thine
Strong to defend our right,
Proud in all nations' sight,
Lowly in Thine—
One in all noble fame,
Still be our path the same,
Onward in Freedom's name,
Upward in Thine
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Thine Eyes I Wear
Hidden beneath your immense stare
Is thine soul exquisite, refined and rare
Fluid and chilly as a streaming river
Your look, your soul, makes mine shiver
Under thine eyes, thy raiment I wear
The look of love, thine ardent glare
Attractive to thee like the embers of fire
What is that thou sincerely admire?
Is it thine own eyes I wear?
Is it thine eyes that attract thy own stare?
When thou look I change into you
For in thine look, thy love I accrue
Always look at me with that beautiful glare
And thine look, thine eyes, I will proudly wear.
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Perumaal 103-108
103 Child divine Thine venture where killed Kaaliya
Butter Thine thievery where melted from houses
Mighty mouth Thine Yashoda where visioned creation whole
Rukmani, Sathyabhama where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Gokulam
That fondles in pasuram Perialvar
Hey Navamohanakrishna, vision, I surrender
104 Empire Thine where reigned righteous
Escaping poisoned wherefrom Mewar Meera surrendered
Benevolent in Thine grace where Meera merged
Where with Srilakshmi, Rukmani Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thirudwarakai
That clothed where Thine mercy Draupati
Hey Kalyananarayana, vision I surrender
105 His dense penance where Garuda desired Thine Narasimha
So did Thee where with nine allocations
Split meaningful where for nine Narasimhas
Amritavalli, Senjulakshmi where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirusingavelkundram(Ahobilam)
That extoles flagmast where Thine saving Adisankara highly
Hey Prahladavarada, Narasimha, vision, I surrender
106 Brigu's fault where exiled Thee to tamarind abode
Found later where to wed Padmavati
Thence to conjoin where in Thine heart Lakshmi
Where with Pundarikavalli Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvenkatam
That decks in seven whorls Thine bed Adisesha
Hey Govindaraja, Balaji, vision, I surrender
107 Where Thou beginning, where Thou pausing
The hub of cosmic creation
In white pervasion where reclining Thee on Adisesha
Kadalmagal.Bhoomidevi where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thiruparkadal
That awaiting souls where Thine grace rescues
Hey Parkadalvanna, vision my soul surrendering
108 Salvaged souls where serving Thee
Their presence in Thine pleasance where immortal
Thine fulgency where preaching bliss ultimatum
Where with Periapiratti Thee reigning
To Thou abode that of Vaikuntam
That from this muddy haven to Thine my pleadings
Hey Paramapadanatha, vision, I surrender, surrender
This Perumaal series is about the 108 shrines of Lord Vishnu
This is not a translated work of hymns but poetry mine with samples of mythological reference
Out of the 108 shrines,106 are earthly pilgrimage spots and the final two are heavenly abodes
which can be reached only by highly devout ascetics and celestial beings
Reference- '108 Vainava Divyadesa Sthala Varalaru ' by Dr.Vainava sudaraazhi A.EthirajanB.A-Karaikudi-Published by Sri Vainava Sidhanta Noorpadhippu Kazhagam
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Perumaal 1-6
This Perumaal series is about the 108 shrines of Lord Vishnu
This is not a translated work of hymns but poetry mine with samples of mythological reference
Out of the 108 shrines,106 are earthly pilgrimage spots and the final two are heavenly abodes
which can be reached only by highly devout ascetics and celestial beings
Reference- '108 Vainava Divyadesa Sthala Varalaru ' by Dr.Vainava sudaraazhi A.EthirajanB.A-Karaikudi-Published by Sri Vainava Sidhanta Noorpadhippu Kazhagam
1 In rippling bliss where Thee recline
Where Thou feet blessed Kaveri washes
Where from Vibhishana stayed Thee on
Ranganayaki where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Srirangam
That holds Thine maxim of pasurams
Hey, Ranganatha, vision I surrender
2 Delighted where Thou feet lotuses illume red
Where the vedas in awe of Thee
Thou blessed Alwar Thiruppaanaar where born
Where with Kamalavalli Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirukozhi(Urayur)
That Brigumuni where to Thou heavenly posit bows
Hey, Azhagiyamanavaala, vision I surrender
3 Beheading Brahmma swerved with curse Shiva
To Thou Poornavalli begged where for food
Alwar Thirumangai in praise Thou where sang
In ablution Thee where with flowers Nagalinga
To Thou abode that of Thirukarambanoor
That bears Brahma, shiva and Thee blissful
Hey Purushothama, vision, I surrender
4 White Thou fulgency where glows
Vedas reflecting Thine white where fulgent
At Thy feet Perialwar, Alwar Thirumangai where rest
Shanpakavalli where with Thee blessed Sibichakravarthy
To Thou abode that of Thiruvellarai
That bears mounted glow, Thine gracious Varaaha
Hey, Pundarikaksha, vision, I surrender
5 Of Thou shape where shaped up love
Blessed Manduka, Valmiki where in Thou bliss
Nectarous vantage where in Thine
Where with Azhagiyavalli Thee blesing
To Thou abode that of Thiruanbil
That bears boundless love Thine
Hey Vadivazhagiya Nambi, vision I surrender
6 Benevolence, benevolent Thou persona where art
Oblation Appam Thou mercy where propitiated
Amused Ubamanya where with Thine Appam
Indiradevi where with Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thiruper(Koiladi)
That cuddles child Ubamanya with Thou hands
Hey, Appakudathan, vision, I surrender
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Sonnet: A Poet’s Doubt
How long O God, do I play on this lute?
How long will my numbers keep coming on?
Will they lose their charm? Will they become mute?
How long Poesy’s attire do I don?
I pray Thine inspiration does not cease,
Lest my creation become a dead-piece,
And I cannot do it with mighty glee;
Give me Thine nectar: I am Thine one bee.
And when my hive gets blown away by wind,
Forsake me not; where can I go to live?
And if I remain in a state most sinned,
Redeemer God, will Thou not me forgive?
I am Thine lute and I am thine one bee!
Give me Thine music and nectar freely.
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Sonnet: The Holy Cross
O, Let me carry Thine Cross in some way!
Though weary yet, O Let me help Thee, Lord;
O, Let me share the weight of sins, I pray;
And let me show the world, Love’s Cross and word.
Thine Cross is life to sinners world-over;
Thine Cross is Light to ones blinded sans faith;
I want to live God as Thine Cross-lover!
To follow Thee, my Lord, if Thou sayeth.
O how, I wish my soles could tread Thine path;
O how, I wish my shoulders bear Thine weight!
O Let my soul be cleansed by Thine blood-bath!
Usher me Lord, before it could grow late!
O Let me Lord, prevent Thee from one fall!
O answer me Lord, hasten to my call!
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Kaumaram-4
Swamimalai-fourth of the six special
abodes of Lord Muruga
Be so the cause for Brahma's imprisonment
Nescient be Rishi Brigu's angst
Nescient even Thine father be
So angst Thine on nescience be
Cause be so for Thine preaching
So, so high up the sixty stairs crowned
O'Swaminatha, well, fair in aloof dignity
In sylvan pride upping more on an elephant
Fatherly to Thine father, a Guru Thyself be
In dazzling dangling decibels of 'Pranava'
Bow like bowing father Thine adown to hearken
Won't Thee to the flighting crescendo 'Vel Vel Vetrivel'
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Sonnet VI: thine fair love, thine pride
I indite this ramble to prove that thine intentions
Are of graver labour into lust of thine contentions
Since denounced thee of thy conjugal consent
Apart fallen thine world ever thence
I have strived under the scorching eye of the sky
And beneath the gorgeously low moon have I so tense
To linger earnestly thine hopes where high
You do no worst my dear, despite my wrong
I shall cast thy beautiful antique into thine mind
In thy fair love's beauty treads every glow
Is there more to it that I do not know?
That stars fall in thy eyes in throng
And men claim thee of poor earth's pride
In this league of adulation my dear, I do belong
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Perumaal 67-72
67 Third foot Thine where measured Maavali's head
In haste where Maavali prayed for a boon
Moment then Thee granted where Maavali's wish
Perumselvanayaki where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thirukaatkarai
That festively accolades Maavali in Aavani-Thiruvonam
Hey Kaatkaraiappa, vision, I surrender
68 Haritha rishi penanced where for humans
Unto Thy feet sooner to salvage
And Thee thereby where preached Srisooktham
Where with MathuraveniThee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thirumoozhikkalam
That worshipped Thee where Lakshman and Bharata
Hey Srisookthanatha, vision, I surrender
69 A woman virtuous accustomed where to almsgiving
Every dvadasi-day whereon Tholakasuran troubled her
Her worship Thee where killed the asura
Vaatsalyadevi where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvallavazh
That decrees Thine guise of a brahmmachari
Hey Srivallaba, vision, I surrender
70 Devas where stole flowers on earth
Caught arrested wherethen they unable to return
His Ekadasi Punya where Rukmangathan helped Devas return
Where with Karpakavalli Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thirukkadithaanam
That helps salvage Thine herd in a kadikai
Hey AdbhuthaNarayana, vision, I surrender
71 Their habit to descend often on earth
Devas whereso penanced with zeal
Thee blessed where with fatherly ilk
Senkamalavalli where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thiruchenkundroor(Thiruchitraaru)
That Dharmar consecrated to atone
Hey Imayavarappa, vision.I surrender
72 Sibi's angry yajna wherefrom emerged ruinous Devatha
To be ruined whereby Indra Vishnu-sent
Thereon Thine Mayapiran blessed where Saptha rishis
Where with Porkodinaachiyar Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thirupulioor
That heartily Pandavas consecrated
Hey Mayapiraan, vision, I surrender
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A Prayer to Lord, Jesus Christ
O Lord, I want to walk with Thee,
In Thine footsteps to Calvary;
And share the burden of Thine cross,
Thou carried for our sins, Alas!
O Jesus, I must talk with Thee,
All life-time in my life earthly;
Receiving wisdom heavenly,
To tread the path of Thine glory.
O Christ, I want to follow Thee,
To Thine abode- Eternity,
Avoiding sins that hinder me,
From seeing Thee Lord, finally.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-8-2008
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Perumaal
Thy gesturing hand ever signing over feet Thine
Complying heart commanding mind mine
In coherence fused when fine
There, there stoop all planets nine
Haunting destiny hurrying to decline
What bliss else than Thou feet Thine shrine
Hey Vaikuntavaasa, vision, here I surrender to thine
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Clasping of Hands
LORD, Thou art mine, and I am Thine,
If mine I am; and Thine much more
Then I or ought or can be mine.
Yet to be Thine doth me restore,
So that again I now am mine,
And with advantage mine the more,
Since this being mine brings with it Thine,
And Thou with me dost Thee restore:
If I without Thee would be mine,
I neither should be mine nor Thine.
Lord, I am Thine, and Thou art mine;
So mine Thou art, that something more
I may presume Thee mine then Thine,
For Thou didst suffer to restore
Not Thee, but me, and to be mine:
And with advantage mine the more,
Since Thou in death wast none of Thine,
Yet then as mine didst me restore:
O, be mine still; still make me Thine;
Or rather make no Thine and Mine.
poem by George Herbert
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Sonnet- Jesus, the Son of God
One Word of Thine can heal my wounded heart;
One look divine can work wonders from start;
One Word of Thine can change water to wine;
One touch of Thine can make a Leper fine.
Authority in Thine word's what we find;
Divinity, none can be than Thy mind;
Psychology of man, Thou know'st so well,
Who can with the Son of God, argue, tell.
What anger great, Thou hast shown in some place!
Thine advice can soothe any angry face;
Thine parables drive home morals so great;
Sin's the thing, not the sinner, Thou did hate.
What love Thou had shown to the poor brethren?
And kindness too to the atheist, heathen.
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Song Of Proserpine While Gathering Flowers On The Plain Of Enna
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth,
Thou from whose immortal bosom
Gods and men and beasts have birth,
Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom,
Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.
If with mists of evening dew
Thou dost nourish these young flowers
Till they grow in scent and hue
Fairest children of the Hours,
Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Give to Love
Love came knocking on thy door
With you in sight to love and adore
But thine did give
All that thou have and
need to live?
You gave thine lips for love to speak
You gave thine heart for love's heart's weak
You gave thine face, to love to trace
its tears across thee a sorrowful place
thou give to thy loss when it comes to love!
You gave thine soul to love's control
You gave love thy hand to hold
You gave thy feet for love to kiss
You gave thy happiness to love's bliss
You gave thy breast for love to touch
You gave thine body for love to clutch.
But what did love give thee?
Love took and took and left thee with nothing!
With nothing now you are at peace, thou art free!
This is what love did to me!
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Psalm 116 part 2
v.12ff
C. M.
Vows made in trouble paid in the church.
What shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.
Among the saints that fill thine house
My off'rings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.
How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!
How dear thy servants in thy sight!
How precious is their blood!
How happy all thy servants are!
How great thy grace to me!
My life, which thou hast made thy care,
Lord, I devote to thee.
Now I am thine, for ever thine,
Nor shall my purpose move
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.
Here in thy courts I leave my vow,
And thy rich grace record;
Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord.
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