Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
ParthaSarathy as Venugoplala
Parthasarathy, my Parthasarathy!!!
When the mind finds itself in distress wallowing,
You, and, You alone are the force guiding:
And, when You as Venugopala play the flute enchanting-
Our souls run to seek Your music endearing.
When the suun multiplies its radiance ten times,
One millionth of Your radiance, maybe i'll find.
Even if the moon were thousand times more serene,
How would it match the charm on Your face seen?
So, don't blame me, my Lord,
As my eyes yearn for the spectacle of spectacles,
My ears yearn for the pinnacle of pinnacles;
And my mind hopes it earns the miracle of miracles!
There, You are, in my Vrindavan,
Playing the flute, enriching my Man-Van;
But alas! here i am stranded
As though an alien abandoned!
Fie not the mind that runs to You,
Vie not my misfortune that i cannot see You,
Buy not i will words that confer patience-
Sigh not i will tilll tor each You, i finish my work with diligence!
When the mind finds itself in distress wallowing,
You, and, You alone are the force guiding:
And, when You as Venugopala play the flute enchanting-
Our souls run to seek Your music endearing.
When the suun multiplies its radiance ten times,
One millionth of Your radiance, maybe i'll find.
Even if the moon were thousand times more serene,
How would it match the charm on Your face seen?
So, don't blame me, my Lord,
As my eyes yearn for the spectacle of spectacles,
My ears yearn for the pinnacle of pinnacles;
And my mind hopes it earns the miracle of miracles!
There, You are, in my Vrindavan,
Playing the flute, enriching my Man-Van;
But alas! here i am stranded
As though an alien abandoned!
Fie not the mind that runs to You,
Vie not my misfortune that i cannot see You,
Buy not i will words that confer patience-
Sigh not i will tilll tor each You, i finish my work with diligence!
Friday, December 3, 2010
Senthamarai Kannan (The Lotus-Eyed Krishna of Tholaivillimangalam)
Devarpirane, my Lord!
Today, you will be out on Your palanquin,
On Hanuman's hands, placing Your holy feet;
Today, You will be out to delight the masses-
Your beautiful body adorned with flowers of all classes!
Today, the sky will peer down,
As You set out amidst jubilations aplomb;
From the Three Worlds, Your devotees will throng-
To see You come out amidst music and many a song.
Your face smiling- senses deriding;
Your eyes deep, Lotus Eyes indeed!
Your fragrance in the air will waft,
Your presence will send all into attention rapt.
You have been praised as the Lord of the thick garden-
But oh! the foliage has been by calamities stricken;
Then how unfortunate, my Lord-
That i cannot even offer a little flower!
You steal my mind, O Protector of my Clan,
i wish i were near You holding a fan!
Bedecked in all finery, to see You,
In my mind now, is raging a greedy hue!
Today, you will be out on Your palanquin,
On Hanuman's hands, placing Your holy feet;
Today, You will be out to delight the masses-
Your beautiful body adorned with flowers of all classes!
Today, the sky will peer down,
As You set out amidst jubilations aplomb;
From the Three Worlds, Your devotees will throng-
To see You come out amidst music and many a song.
Your face smiling- senses deriding;
Your eyes deep, Lotus Eyes indeed!
Your fragrance in the air will waft,
Your presence will send all into attention rapt.
You have been praised as the Lord of the thick garden-
But oh! the foliage has been by calamities stricken;
Then how unfortunate, my Lord-
That i cannot even offer a little flower!
You steal my mind, O Protector of my Clan,
i wish i were near You holding a fan!
Bedecked in all finery, to see You,
In my mind now, is raging a greedy hue!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Does Love Lie?
They say lovers lie,
To give their heart in style;
They say that Love is their Life,
Their oar in the boat of Strife;
They say they are enslaved,
Done in by charm's parade;
They say that they lose themselves
To their Love, and thus win joy for themselves,
They say the beloved resides in the heart,
Which will stop if the lover does depart;
They say they have been born for the One,
The one who does their senses stun.
O Lord! Behold my ironic state,
For, by these statements, the Eternal Truth i would thus state!!!
This greatness of Yours,
Humbles me, bestraddles me;
O! Creator of Space!
Is it foolish to bind You by the heart's pace?
O Lover! When i speak inadvertently,
In a manner that would beguile You greatly;
You go on smiling placidly,
Or chide me ever so lovingly!
O Lord of the Three Worlds!
Forgive me misdeeds in action, thoughts or words-
Forever, enamoured this mind i find-
By Your radiance with which You are said to blind!
To give their heart in style;
They say that Love is their Life,
Their oar in the boat of Strife;
They say they are enslaved,
Done in by charm's parade;
They say that they lose themselves
To their Love, and thus win joy for themselves,
They say the beloved resides in the heart,
Which will stop if the lover does depart;
They say they have been born for the One,
The one who does their senses stun.
O Lord! Behold my ironic state,
For, by these statements, the Eternal Truth i would thus state!!!
This greatness of Yours,
Humbles me, bestraddles me;
O! Creator of Space!
Is it foolish to bind You by the heart's pace?
O Lover! When i speak inadvertently,
In a manner that would beguile You greatly;
You go on smiling placidly,
Or chide me ever so lovingly!
O Lord of the Three Worlds!
Forgive me misdeeds in action, thoughts or words-
Forever, enamoured this mind i find-
By Your radiance with which You are said to blind!
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