Hymns of Thayumanavar
They of the pantheistic way
That follow faiths many-faced,
The horrible men who say that ''We are the God,''
And those frauds who contend and argue
Against existence of God -
All these bowing in repentance,
Even the God of Death,
Who by a glance snatches life,
Standing apart, unto a buffalo herd.
The doubts in the articulate word
That Sanaka and the rest of munis see,
Thou cleareth by the silent jnana gesture of hand
Seated in the shade of the Northern banyan tree.
Thus art Thou,
Oh, Eternal Grace of Reality Pure!
Thou art the Compassionate One
That carries the crescent moon on Thy head.
Thou who faces the direction South,
I adore, facing directions all.
Oh! Thou the Brahman that is unknowable!
The One that Purity Perfection!
The Spaces Vast where dawns
The Knowledge that is Bliss!