Hymns of Thayumanavar
The Loved Damsel That Flourisheth in the Mountain (3/8)
From the gross elements to nada
Thou showed me all as illusory.
As the center of my consciousness Thou stood;
In the emptiness vast of awareness
With nothing to hold
Thou skillfully placed me
And granted me the Bliss Form of Divine Knowledge
That transformeth things at will.
Oh, Mother, shall I, this helpless man,
Ever forget Thee?
Will I be redeemed then?
Thou art beyond the reach
Of those who possess not the inner eye
To comprehend the nature of Vedas and Agamas;
And of those deafs
Who had not listened to Thy greatness
And of those diseased
Who are affected by the malady
Of indulging in empty contentions.
Oh! Thou, possessed of eyes triple!
Thou, the Ambrosia that is the elixir of life!
Oh! Daughter that was born
As the eye's apple of the Mountain King!
Oh! Malai Valar Kadali Uma Maiden!