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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Kaumaram-6
Pazhamudircholai-Sixth of six special
abodes of Lord Muruga
Secrecy is Thine rejoicement
In dense wooded secret tranquil green
Thine spear in valourous placidity aghast
While Thee in clever design aloof
Consorted left and right tranced in NoopuraGanga
Settled sentinels..uncle Perumaal and amman Rakkayi
Wish Thine be albeit undisturbed
Thou herd in eventful memoir to disturb
Avvaiyar whereat bestowed with Jumblem fruits
O'Muruga ripened wisdom how Thee blessed
Wonder, how Solaimalai in lofty verses fertile
Booming now 'Vel Vel Vetri Vel'..privacy Thine shattered
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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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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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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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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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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.
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Kaumaram-2
Thiruchendur-
second of the six special
abodes of Lord Murugan
His wonderment ocean-king hurrays
Lapping Thine each victorious grain
Commendably circumambulating celestials
In Thine ambient prcincts lauding
O' Thou valour on demon-slaughter
Exult Thine herd 'Vel, vel, vetri vel'
In nectarean Naazhikinaru in silence
Thine abluted wary paroxysm solaced
Penancing on pithy PanchaLingas
Pleading Thee for incaved Valli
Blessed Brihaspathi portending omen
Beatified Panneer tree broadcasting kudos
Panneer tree-Indian Lavender(Guettarda speciosa Linn.)
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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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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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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
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Sonnet: God Keeps Me Safe
Thy ‘tethered animal’ I am, O God,
To Thy divine lamp-post, I have been tied!
Thine cord of Love binds me with Thee, O God,
In Thine meadow I graze: In Thee abide.
Thine cord of Love is not one of bondage!
It gives me enough freedom that I need;
Let it become stronger, thicker with age;
On just the grass you show, let me but feed.
Let me not break Thine cord and run away;
Let me not jump over the fence in haste;
Let me be satisfied with life each day,
And never bolt to alien land to waste.
Within Thy shelter, I am safe, O Lord;
And let me eat and live as per Thy Code.
6-4-2001
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Kaumaram-5
Tiruttani-fifth of six special
abodes of Lord Muruga
Ichcha be desire and caprice and nomad
Who else than Thee can conquer 'Ichcha'
Ichcha be masqueraded as Valli
Masqueraded hunter Thee to espouse then
On valorous peace seated, a mystic myth
Tiruttani that allayed Thine heart causally
In pacific confinement blissful Thee
Sage Agastya to master birthed 'Tamil'
An ambrosial spread around the earth
Ah, Thanikachala, inebriated so many versifiers
Sing and praise and extole 'Arohara, Arohara'
Kudos, kudos...so too we 'Vel, Vel, Vetrivel'
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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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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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Upon The Lord's Prayer
Our Father which in heaven art,
Thy name be always hallowed;
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done;
Thy heavenly path be followed
By us on earth as 'tis with thee,
We humbly pray;
And let our bread us given be,
From day to day.
Forgive our debts as we forgive
Those that to us indebted are:
Into temptation lead us not,
But save us from the wicked snare.
The kingdom's thine, the power too,
We thee adore;
The glory also shall be thine
For evermore.
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Devi Kanthimathi
'Nellaiappa, bless me with thy consort'
The Lord but showed me a way to resort
I now move on to a vestibule adjacent
My heart for Devi squalling out
Discern the divine voltage of that circuit
Anxious my vision tries its ken out
Soon censed with ambrosial Aippasi-wedding eclat
I see the Goddess with Her consort
Astounded, my soul butts my heart
Spate of memoirs reverberates my thought
'Ablutionary Thamiraparani surging at the Lord's feet
Marriage of Venuvananathar, Agasthya to ruminate..'
Wonderful Kanthimathi's radiant fit
Beckoned Shiva no wonder to spirit
Causal Her name, Kanthimathi magnetisig brilliant
Bewitching everyone Her cognizant might
Ecstatic soul adjures to entreat
Extolling tangibly Kanthimathi refulgent
Availing such a holy moment
A train of pleas purges out
'Devi, wailing in darkness my life nescient
In need for a quest to recuperate
Empty brain ingrained only woeful dirt
Deterge with thine mercy to right
Detain thyself with me throughout
Watchful then to vanquish mine conceit
Harken Kanthimathi, order thine heart
And this instance thee in sweet content
May thine Lord too be attendant '
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Harvest Hymn
Mens Voices:
LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and munificent lord of the morn!
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that nurtured our corn.
We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
Lord of the rainbow, lord of the harvest,
Great and beneficent lord of the main!
Thine is the mercy that cherished our furrows,
Thine is the mercy that fostered our grain.
We bring thee our thanks and our garlands for tribute,
The wealth of our valleys, new-garnered and ripe;
O sender of rain and the dewfall, we hail thee,
We praise thee, Varuna, with cymbal and pipe.
Womens Voices:
Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the har- vest,
Sweet and omnipotent mother, O Earth!
Thine is the plentiful bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,
With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;
O source of our manifold gladness, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.
All Voices:
Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal, ineffable Om!
Thou art the Seed and the Scythe of our harvests,
Thou art our Hands and our Heart and our Home.
We bring thee our lives and our labours for tribute,
Grant us thy succour, thy counsel, thy care.
O Life of all life and all blessing, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Bramha, with cymbal and prayer
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Psalm 38
Guilt of conscience and relief
Amidst thy wrath remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord;
Nor let a Father's chast'ning prove
Like an avenger's sword.
Thine arrows stick within my heart,
My flesh is sorely pressed;
Between the sorrow and the smart,
My spirit finds no rest.
My sins a heavy load appear,
And o'er my head are gone;
Too heavy they for me to bear,
Too hard for me t' atone.
My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
My head still bending down;
And I go mourning all the day,
Beneath my Father's frown.
Lord, I am weak and broken sore,
None of my powers are whole:
The inward anguish makes me roar,
The anguish of my soul.
All my desire to thee is known,
Thine eye counts every tear;
And every sigh, and every groan,
Is noticed by thine ear.
Thou art my God, my only hope;
My God will hear my cry;
My God will bear my spirit up,
When Satan bids me die.
[My foot is ever apt to slide,
My foes rejoice to see 't;
They raise their pleasure and their pride
When they supplant my feet.
But I'll confess my guilt to thee,
And grieve for all my sin;
I'll mourn how weak my graces be,
And beg support divine.
My God, forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh;
O Lord of my salvation, haste,
Before thy servant die.]
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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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