Home Help Search Login Register. Be not m like a mirror held up to a noseless man, but raise me from my lowness and embrace me, Oh Arunachala! Have mercy on me, Arunachala! Treasure of benign and holy Grace found without seeking, steady my wandering mind, Oh Arunachala! O Moon of Grace, with Thy cool rays as hands, open within me the ambrosial orifice arunachqla let my heart rejoice, Oh Arunachala! October 06, I have come in.

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Grant me the essence of the Vedas, which shine in the Vedantasone without a second, Oh Arunachala! Thou hast cut the know which hid the vision of Thy head and foot the limitless Self. Aksharamanamalai, Verses What does this mean, Oh Arunachala? Blessed be this Marital Garland of Letters! This is only Thy jugglery, Oh Arunachala! I had but thought of Thee as Aruna, and lo!

Have mercy on me, Arunachala! I have betrayed Thy secret workings. Do not continue to deceive and prove me; disclose instead Thy transcendental self, Oh Arunachala! One art Thou without a second; who then could dare elude Thee and come in? Thou didst benumb my faculties with stupefying power, then rob aksharamanamala of my understanding and reveal the knowledge of Thy Self, Oh Arunachala! Hard is Thy lot, Oh Arunachala!

I have come in. Let us embrace upon the bed of tender flowers, which is the mind, within the room of the body or the ultimate truthOh Arunachala! Even when the thieves of the five senses break in upon me, art Thou not still in my heart, Oh Arunachala? Who but Thyself can find out Thee, Oh Arunachala? Motherlike, shouldst thou not complete Thy task, Oh Arunachala? What value has this lyrivs without knowledge born of realization?

Oh, Thou art death to me, Arunachala! Then didst thou shine motionless aloneOh Arunachala! How can I leave Thee now, Oh Arunachala?

How is it that Thou hast become famous from Thy constant union with the poor and humble, Oh Arunachala? As a lode-stone attracts iron, magnetizing it and holding it fast, so do Thou to me, Oh Arunachala! Familiar to Thine ears are The sweet songs of votaries who melt to the very bones with love for Thee, yet let my poor strains also be acceptable, Oh Arunachala!

Though I beg, Thou art callous and dost not condescend. Unless Thou do so who can intercede with Grace itself made manifest, Oh Arunachala? Let the sea of joy surge, speech and feeling cease, Oh Arunachala!

Unite with me to destroy our seperate identities as Thou and me, and bless me with the state of ever vibrant joy, Oh Arunachala! Shine Thou as grace, the cure of all confusion, Oh Arunachala! What hope is left for me, Oh Arunachala? Thou hast administered the medicine of confusion to me, so must I be confounded! Grant me Thy grace ere the poison of delusion grips me and, rising to my head, kills me, Oh Arunachala! Thou didst sally forth and the siege of illusion was ended.

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This joyful Marital Garland of Letters, which resembles a beam of the rays of the rising sun, aisharamanamalai sung by the noble sage, Ramana, the ocean of compassion, with the object of removing the delusion of the devotees who sought his grace. From my home Thou didst entice me, then stealing into my heart didst draw me gently into Thine, such is Thy grace, Oh Arunachala! Have mercy on me, Arunachala! I had but thought of Thee as Aruna, and lo! Grant me the essence of the Vedas, which shine in the Vedantasone without a second, Oh Arunachala! Thou dost root aksharamxnamalai the ego of those who meditate on Thee in the heart, Oh Arunachala!




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