Hymns of Thayumanavar
Thee who stood as the center of life,
They in love adored
As the bee that encircleth again and again
The lotus bloom in the pond.
To them Thou sayeth "Fear not."
Lord, in the heavenly bazaar
Where they sell flowers diverse,
I pretend not even to be unto
Those who sell grass.
Oh! Thou, the Being Pervasive!