Hymns of Thayumanavar
What shall I speak
Of these worldly ways full of deceit?
What is this fun that consists of eating
In the cause of this false body
And having eaten going to sleep?
This is but cheating,
Not penance pure.
This is but known even to the blind.
When shall we speak this out and condemn it?
I know not.
Oh! Thou Royalties that flourish
In the land of eight limbed yoga within the body!
Thou, that are of peaceful virtues!
Thou have conquered even the Golden Mountain Meru
That is canopied by dark serried clouds.
By Thine yoga staff,
Thou hath pierced it through
And planted on its peak Thy standard of victory!
Oh! Thou, the Siddha Elite of Divine Light
That hath reached the Vedanta-Siddhanta accord high!