Hymns of Thayumanavar
Alone, by Thyself, Thou arose in the expanse vast
And danceth in the arena of Void.
Thou art the one that sundereth
The bonds of mayaic birth.
I beseech Thee,
Falling at Thine Feet with folded hands,
My honey! Ambrosia Pure that can drown me!
King of Siva Loka!
Why do these words not
Enter Thine ears?
Will Thou not speak?