Hymns of Thayumanavar
The fruit that is the senses five -
Full of cunning ways -
Will I not with my reason's string draw toward me
So the hovering mind-monkey perisheth?
Will I do nothing about it?
Thou, that is Knowledge behind knowledge,
That is Perfect, Pervasive Bliss,
Unbroken Compassion Vast!
Thou, the Great One! Thou, my Lord!