Hymns of Thayumanavar
Pervasive Cosmic Form (25/33)
Secret of the Intelligence of the Infinite Space
To the horror of Thine devotees
That have attained jnana and have tasted bliss,
Becoming one with Thee,
Some espoused faiths that taught cruel ways.
Them I made think clear
And turned them back.
I sought forest, sea and mountain
In search of fruits, weeds and withered leaves
That I may eat to keep life going.
Straight seeking the mystic moon's beams as goal,
I lie agitated,
Like the tower crest of a temple
Fallen at the portal front.