II-5-i
In
divine love has my Lord merged with my very soul - beautiful wreaths
crown his lustrous tresses; conch, disc, sacred thread and garland
decorate His form; red lotus pools are His eyes, ripe red are His red
lotus lips, red lotuses are His feet; burnished gold is His heavenly
form
II-6-i
Vaikunta!
Manivanna! My diminutive prankster! You permeate my entire being and
I revel in the perpetual bliss enjoyed by the celestials. O creator
with never diminishing powers! You obliterate the evil threatening
your devotees and annihilate the evil-doers. I am determined to hold
on to you. Accept me.
II-6-ix
Though
I knew you not, you reached out and captivated me O Lord of serene
Tiruvengadam, the conqueror of Lanka, the one who bears the bow, a
single arrow from which pierced seven huge trees, O enchanting one,
adorned with fresh basil! You are now so much a part of me that you
can never sever our relationship!
II-6-x
Can
I ever let go of you, who are, have been, and ever will be, my
father, mother, verily my very life! O Protector and Lord of the
three worlds, unmindful of your infinite glory, bedecked in a garland
of cool, fragrant basil, you have made yourself available for us in
Tiruvengadam.
III-10-viii
Freedom
from sorrow does He bestow - whose radiance is boundless, all
pervading; who allows Himself to be mesmerised by the daughter of the
Lotus; who, in His infinite knowledge, governs the universe - that
supreme enchanter, Kannan, holding fast to whose feet I have become
free of woe.
III-1-ii
If
truth be told, lotuses cannot compare with Your eyes, Your feet, Your
hands; the brightness of burnished, sterling gold cannot compare with
the effulgence of Your heavenly form. Virtually all similes the
world uses to glorify You pale before Your divine brilliance.
III-5-x
With
single-minded devotion, just hold Him in your heart, forget yourself
and sing His praises. Yield not to pride nor shyness, nor delusion.
For, He directs all actions and the results thereof - that
sapphire-hued, red-eyed, adorable Lord of the celestials.
III-6-vii
He
is so accessible to all - the Lord who has filled my soul with
infinite bliss and my life with luminescence; the sapphire-hued, who
is worshipped by all the celestial beings and sages is so simple and
unsophisticated. Just seek refuge in Him with a heart free of
desires, and He will dispel all your worries.
IV-10-i
Once
there was just vacuum - no radiant divinities, nor earth, nor life,
nor anything. Then He created the Creator, and the Heavens and
Life. This source of all origin stands as Lord Adinatha amidst the
majestic monuments of Tirukkurughur (Tirunagiri). When he is so
easily available for worship, why seek succour elsewhere?
IV-10-iv
Oh
Lord of all Lords who are spoken of - Siva, Brahma and all others,
what do they gain - those who talk deprecatingly of You? Let them
behold you in the midst of the resplendent mansions of Tirukkurughur
and be enlightened.
IX-2-x
You
vanquish the wicked hordes who torment the devas. You torment the
asuras with your fierce hostility. O Lord of fertile Tiruppulinkudi!
The very essence of my life! Though I am wicked, won’t You summon
me or visit me just once so that I too may embrace your tender feet,
caressed by the incomparably beautiful Sridevi and Bhoodevi.
IX-7-ii
Never
are you alienated from your mate, O heron bound by immortal love! My
Lord, resident of Tirumuzhikkalam, has forsaken me; what solace have
I? Ask Him from me, "While I suffer Your rejection, You live
amidst company; does this befit You?"
IX-7-x
Go,
tell Him that it is unbecoming of Him. O swans with graceful gait!
Having found a choice of food on the river bank, you are now readying
for courtship. (Waiting for Him) I have wasted away and my garments
hang limply, though my spirit has not forsaken the Lord of
Tirumuzhikkalam.
V-7-vi
As
Varaha, You retrieved the Earth to protect me. As Krishna, You hold
sway over me forever. O Lord of Paradise! Lustrous sapphire-hued
one! You reside in enchanting, lush cool, Sirivaramangal for
perpetual worship by the populace there. The celestials delight in
your gigantic form stretching up to the Heavens. Please appear
before me so that I too may pay homage to You.
V-8-i
Aravamuda,
the Lord whose sweetness one never wearies of, I saw Your
incomparably beautiful reclining form, fanned by the swaying,
luxuriant paddy of Tirukkudandai (Kumbakonam). My entire being is
suffused with love for You. You hold me in thrall, dissolving my
very identity.
V-8-x
Not
manifesting Yourself, yet present everywhere are You, O invisible
divine charmer of mine! O master of illusion, Aravamuda, you fill my
heart and soul with sweetness. You subjugate me only to liberate me
from sins eternal, O Lord of Tirukkudandai. Yet, despite submitting
to You, will I ever cease to vacillate?
VI-1-ii
As
you stroll together with your gentle beloved, O dark coloured crane,
behold, in tranquil Tiruvanvandur, resounding with Vedic scriptures,
our Supreme Lord, the one who consumed all the worlds. Worship His
feet and tell Him about my plight.
VII-6-ii
When,
oh, when will I become one with Your sacred feet, which Siva and
Brahma worship! Are You the be all and end all of Creation, of whom
was born and who pervades land, water, fire, air, sky, and indeed all
life! Are You a playful prankster, who, as a cowherd, lifted a hill
to shelter the cattle!
VIII-10-xi
Nobly
shall they live with their families and children - those who master
these ten of
Kurukhur Satakopan's one thousand verses sung in praise of Kannan
- the lotus-eyed Lord who fills the three worlds with goodness.
*
In decad 10, centum 8, Nammazhwar describes as incomparable and
irreplaceable the joy of associating with ardent devotees of the
Lord.
X-3-vii
My
life melts like wax as I cry, my white bangle and waist band slip and
fall, my bright eyes are filled with tears, there’s fear in my
breast and my shoulders droop, worrying about You. O Manivanna! Your
tender lotus feet are sore, yet You happily take the cows to graze.
If asuras were to confront You suddenly, what would happen then?
I-5-ii
Immersed
in thoughts of You, they waste away - the celestial beings. saints
and others; their hearts melt and surge with overwhelming love. They
worship You with garlands and sanctified water, adorn You and offer
You incense. But, O mystical one, does not such homage belittle You?
For, You are the nucleus of everything in the universe and You can
discern our every thought, even before it takes the form of action
