Hymns of Thayumanavar
Am I of the vague way of thinking of those
Who, befogged in brain,
Hold the noonday light as midnight darkness?
As Mauni, Thou hath taught me in silentness
That unique Word,
Which encompasses the vast spases,
That fill the Void in unbroken continuity.
Yet I did not take to it,
But like the children I was
That play at the game of building houses of sand
And pretend to eat with relish
The imaginary food that is cooked there.
The learning I ardently learnt
And the wisdom I fervently gathered
And held fast to,
Showed that there is nothing Two -
As I and Thee.
Thus unable to direct my mind
That arose inbetween
I pined and pined.
When shall I be deserving of Thy Grace?
Thou, the God of Compassion Fullness
That dances in rapture in the chit sabha