The Taj Mahal
Clad in white cloak from top to bottom,
A picture of beauty and elegance,
But thou art the abode
Of the dead people.
To me,
Thou art nothing but a shroud of
Their wisdom.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Fairest
thou art the fairest of all
thou art my beauty at the mall
thy picture always painted on the wall
thy beauty is always as i might recall
thy beauty shant fade away
all thy sad tears i've swiped away
all thy beauty are not for play
for every beauty is not for waste
thy beautifull smile so heavenly
always every beaty shops landlady
thou art qualified as milady
always fair always thy heart fairy
thou art my favourite episode
your black beauty describes my ode
always lovely when thou art in the mood
thy ancient beauty never growing old
thou art my fairest
thy smell of thy perfume the loveliest.
poem by Umoh Cyril
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Perumaal 31-36
31Vanquishing Ravana Rama wished whereafter to atone
A golden cow whereon offered to a brahmin
Thou abode where of gold, brahmin built
Allimaamalar where with Manavalan favouring Shiva
To Thou abode that of ThirusemponseyKoil
That in pasurams Thirumangai versifies
Hey HemaRanga, vision, I surrender
32 Lamping Thou luminance eternal in'Nanda Vilakku'
Thou abode amid where mansioned beauty
Narayana where from Badrika descended
Where with Pundarikavalli Thee bestowing Shiva
To Thou abode that of ThirumanimadaKoil
That illumes in verses Thirumangai
Hey Narayana, Nanda, vision, I surrender
33 Thou persona where like Thine at Vaikunta
Descended where fulgent surpassing crored suns
Armed four armoured where with weapons
Vaikuntavalli where with Thee blessing Shiva
To Thou abode that of Thiruvaikuntavinnagaram
That praises Thee in Thirumangai's heart
Hey Vaikuntanatha, vision, I surrender
34 Mien Thou presence where as LakshmiNarasimha
Poornavalli where with Thee in proximity
Thou embracing whereat with Amrithavalli
Preached Thee Narayana mantra where to Thirumangai
To Thou abode that of Thiruvali, ThiruNagari
That presents Thee juxtaposed to Shiva
Hey Vedaraja, vision, I surrender
35 Descended Thee where from Thiruvidanthai
Espoused Thee where Thou Lakshmi
Thou wedding wherefor deavas congregated
Kadalmagalnachiyar where with Thee gracing Shiva
To Thou abode that of Thirudevanarthogai
That accolades Thou Madhava Thirumangai
Hey Deivanayaka, vision, I surrender
36 Thou repose where on Adisesha four armed
Descended Thee where from Arangam
Thou eyes beauteous where wakeful, blissful
Where with Senkamalavalli Thee blessing Shiva
To Thou abode that of Thiruthetriambalam
That praises Thee in Thirumangai's heart
Hey LakshmiRanga, vision, I surrender
poem by Indira Renganathan
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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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If all things are in common among friends, the most precious is Wisdom. What can Juno give which thou canst not receive from Wisdom? What mayest thou admire in Venus which thou mayest not also contemplate in Wisdom? Her beauty is not small, for the lord of all things taketh delight in her. Her I have loved and diligently sought from my youth up.
quote by Giordano Bruno
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All This Is That
I am that, thou art that, and all this is that
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
This is that
Oooo
Daybreak and I take a glide
Into the pool of peace inside
(two waves travel by)
To waves and I both travel by
(and that makes all the difference to me)
Life supporting waves of bliss
Mother divines precious kiss
Brings with love the light of wisdom
And the gift of eternal freedom
To waves and I both travel by
(... and the nature of man...)
And that makes all the difference to me
(krishna...)
All this is that
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
This is that
This is that
Dusk time the shadows fall
Into the timeless time of all
To waves and I both travel by
Golden auras glow around you
Omnipresent love surrounds you
Wisdom warming as the sun
You and I are truly one
To waves and I both travel by
And that makes all the difference to me
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
I am that, thou art that, all this is that
Jai guru dev
(I am that, thou art that, all this is that)
Jai
(I am that, thou art that, all this is that)
Jai guru dev
(I am that, thou art that, all this is that)
Jai
(I am that, thou art that, all this is that)
(jai guru dev)
(jai guru dev)
(jai guru dev)
Jai guru dev
(jai guru dev)
(jai guru dev)
(jai guru dev)
Jai
(I am that, thou art that, all this is that)
Jai guru dev
Jai
Jai guru dev
Jai
Jai guru dev
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Cloak
Thou keep'st thy rose-leaf
Till the rose-time will be over,
Think'st thou that Death will kiss thee?
Think'st thou that the Dark House
Will find thee such a lover
As I? Will the new roses miss thee?
Prefer my cloak unto the cloak of dust
'Neath which the last year lies,
For thou shouldst more mistrust
Time than my eyes.
poem by Ezra Pound
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Witchcraft by a Picture
I FIX mine eye on thine, and there
Pity my picture burning in thine eye;
My picture drown'd in a transparent tear,
When I look lower I espy;
Hadst thou the wicked skill
By pictures made and marr'd, to kill,
How many ways mightst thou perform thy will?
But now I've drunk thy sweet salt tears,
And though thou pour more, I'll depart;
My picture vanished, vanish all fears
That I can be endamaged by that art;
Though thou retain of me
One picture more, yet that will be,
Being in thine own heart, from all malice free.
poem by John Donne
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Sonnet: On Calumny
Be thou a saint and yet the world won't spare;
Be thou most chaste and yet, most tongues will talk;
Be thou a crook and yet people don't care;
Be thou a tiger yet, some men will stalk.
Be thou cruel and yet the world will praise;
Be thou too kind and yet the world will taunt;
Be thou rigid and yet the world can't face;
Be thou timid and yet the world will haunt;
Be thou selfish and yet the world loves thee;
Be thou selfless and yet the world thee hates;
Be thou goodly and yet you are not free;
Be thou evil and yet the world thee mates.
Be thou yourself and yet the world finds fault;
Be thou anything, yet the world will vault.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay,
If all were minded so, the times should cease,
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom Nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish;
Look whom she best endowed, she gave the more,
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish.
She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
poem by William Shakespeare
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In Maximum
WOULDST thou be free? I think it not, indeed;
But if thou wouldst, attend this simple rede:
When quite contented }thou canst dine at home
Thou shall be free when }
And drink a small wine of the march of Rome;
When thou canst see unmoved thy neighbour's plate,
And wear my threadbare toga in the gate;
When thou hast learned to love a small abode,
And not to choose a mistress A LA MODE:
When thus contained and bridled thou shalt be,
Then, Maximus, then first shalt thou be free.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Be Thou My Vision
Be thou my vision, oh lord of my heart
Nought be all else to me, save that thy art
Thou my best thought in the day and the night
Waking or sleeping, thou presence my light
Be thou my wisdom, be thou my true word
I ever with thee and thou with me lord
Thou my great father and I thy true son
Thou in me dwelling and I with thee one
Be thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight
Be thou my armour and be thou my might
Thou my soul shelter, and thy my high tower
Raise thou me heavenwards, oh power of my power
Riches I need not, nor mans empty praise
Thou mine inheritance through all of my days
Thou and thou only though first in my heart
High king of heaven my treasure thou art
Oh high king of heaven, when battle is done
Grant heavens joy to me, bright heaven sun
Christ of my own heart, whatever befall
Still be my vision, though ruler of all
Da, da, da, da, da, etc.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won;
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed?
Ay me, but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:
Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Perumaal 7-12
7 Curse relieved where Shiva in Thou domicile
Rid He where of the Brahmmakapalam
Thou presence where Agasthya visioned
Where with Kamalavalli Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thirukandiyur
That proclaims Thee in Alwar Thirumangai's heart
Hey Harasaapa Vimochana, vision, I surrender
8 Meaningful Thou incarnation where blessed Nandaka
All the Devas blessed where along with
Queen Mangamma where restituted Thou shrine
Padmasini where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirukoodaloor
That glorifies Thee in Thirumangai's verses
Hey, Vaiyamkatha Perumal, vision I surrender
9 Conferred on where Anjaneya title 'Chiranjeevi'
Salvaged Gajendra where from crocodile
All Thou mercy where sang Alwar Thirumangai
Where with RamamaniThee blessing
To Thou abode that of Kapisthalam
That bears Thee bedded on Adisesha
Hey, Gajendravarada, vision, I surrender
10 Thou beneficence bound where to Jatayu
Cautioned to Thee who of abducted Seetha
Thou mercy where did Jatayu's last rites
Hemambhujavalli where with Thee served
To Thou abode that of Pullam Bhoothangudi
That streams with Thee in Thirumanga's heart
Hey, ValvilRama, vision, I surrender
11Swarding paddy stealthy where Thou art
Accounting where with talipot and stylus our actions
Rewarding the worthy where with justified measure
Where with Ranganayaki Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thiruadanoor
That amounts Thine mercy and marakkal
Hey Aandalakkum Iyya, vision, I surrender
12Nectar-pot of creation rescued where from deluge
Flown Amrith formed where the tanks and Kumbeshwar
Pasurams compiled blessed Nadamuni where by Aravamudan
Thee wedded where Komalavalli as Sarangapani
To Thou abode that of Thirukudanthai
That sings in Alwars pasurams Thou Sarangam
Hey Sarangapani, vision, I surrender
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Master Of My Pen, The Author Of My Woe
The master of my pen, the author of my woe
My loves sorrow, my love's flower morose
In my night dreams, in strange light show
An apparition of dead love, her ghastly ghost
O! Love dead! To me thou love still grow
And dampen my dreams, with serious tears
Awakening my unconscious to my conscious flow
Insinuating thy sweet sorrow into my love's fears
Thou art dead, and the sadness I feel
Is the sadness thou art, for thou cannot love me again
For thy hand is as weak as air, thou art not real
Only real in my emotive river, of lasting pain
My love, my love, thou became my love only
For thou art dead and I am sorrowfully lonely…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Et Filii
With a crown of thorns piercing thine brow
Blood sweetly falling down thy face
Thou painted love on thy countenance how?
Gently and humble with God's grace
Man knew nothing but man's sin
Till to earth thee came, poor and meek
To speak wisdom, truth and our hearts win
The kingdom of God in thy soul so seek
We still in our hearts thou make
And pray to God that we may know
The love thou make for our love's sake
To become the love thou did show
on the cross dead
for the words thou said
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Old Cloak
THIS winter's weather it waxeth cold,
And frost it freezeth on every hill,
And Boreas blows his blast so bold
That all our cattle are like to spill.
Bell, my wife, she loves no strife;
She said unto me quietlye,
Rise up, and save cow Crumbock's life!
Man, put thine old cloak about thee!
He. O Bell my wife, why dost thou flyte?
Thou kens my cloak is very thin:
It is so bare and over worn,
A cricke thereon cannot renn.
Then I'll no longer borrow nor lend;
For once I'll new apparell'd be;
To-morrow I'll to town and spend;
For I'll have a new cloak about me.
She. Cow Crumbock is a very good cow:
She has been always true to the pail;
She has helped us to butter and cheese, I trow,
And other things she will not fail.
I would be loth to see her pine.
Good husband, counsel take of me:
It is not for us to go so fine--
Man, take thine old cloak about thee!
He. My cloak it was a very good cloak,
It hath been always true to the wear;
But now it is not worth a groat:
I have had it four and forty year'.
Sometime it was of cloth in grain:
'Tis now but a sigh clout, as you may see:
It will neither hold out wind nor rain;
And I'll have a new cloak about me.
She. It is four and forty years ago
Sine the one of us the other did ken;
And we have had, betwixt us two,
Of children either nine or ten:
We have brought them up to women and men:
In the fear of God I trow they be.
And why wilt thou thyself misken?
Man, take thine old cloak about thee!
He. O Bell my wife, why dost thou flyte?
Now is now, and then was then:
Seek now all the world throughout,
Thou kens not clowns from gentlemen:
They are clad in black, green, yellow and blue,
So far above their own degree.
Once in my life I'll take a view;
For I'll have a new cloak about me.
She. King Stephen was a worthy peer;
His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held them sixpence all too dear,
Therefore he called the tailor 'lown.'
He was a king and wore the crown,
And thou'se but of a low degree:
It 's pride that puts this country down:
Man, take thy old cloak about thee!
He. Bell my wife, she loves not strife,
Yet she will lead me, if she can;
And to maintain an easy life
I oft must yield, though I'm good-man.
It 's not for a man with a woman to threap,
Unless he first give o'er the plea:
As we began, so will we keep,
And I'll take my old cloak about me.
The Two Women
Lo! very fair is she who knows the ways
Of joy: in pleasure's mocking wisdom old,
The eyes that might be cold to flattery, kind;
The hair that might be grey with knowledge, gold.
But thou art more than these things, O my queen,
For thou art clad in ancient wars and tears.
And looking forth, framed in the crown of thorns,
I saw the youngest face in all the spheres.
poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
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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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Upon The Detracter
I ask'd thee oft what poets thou hast read,
And lik'st the best? Still thou repli'st, The dead.
--I shall, ere long, with green turfs cover'd be;
Then sure thou'lt like, or thou wilt envy, me.
poem by Robert Herrick
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The Poet and the Sun~2
The Sun
O, it is enough, issue of Adam, make me not shy,
Thou shine on the earth and I in the sky,
The light of thy wisdom is brighter than me,
Thy knowledge bears the same what my beams,
I take a journey daily from the east to the west just for thee,
Cause thou art the reason of all my dreams.
Ah! But ye proud on only being the best creature,
And standing at the same place did wherein ye venture,
Thou jealous if one of thee lives in pleasure,
And move from sky to earth to snatch his leisure,
O, thou selfish, and cheat the people of thine,
This is why thou constant falling into disgrace-rine.
They took birth to die, who were before thee,
And showed their lives like mirror not only fly,
And on their might they did always believe,
And were frightful to God and ye to die,
The witness of thy success are sky, land and sea,
But, thou coward and selfish so ye severely grieve.
O, create pain for thy people in thee again,
If thy former culmination thou wish to gain,
With spiritual laws, never, o never compromise,
And be hopeful, shortly thy sun is to rise,
Thou art called knights if tin remain in one,
Else will be abolished thy being one by one.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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