![]() ![]() ![]() O mercy maker, I am afraid of your maya, O supreme master, Channamallikarjuna, jasmine-tender, Have mercy.Īfter my body became Thyself, whom could I serve After my mind became Thyself, whom could I invoke After my consciousness was lost in Thee, Whom could I know O lord Chennamallikarjuna show me your ways. ![]() If one goes into the deep forest, maya goes along O samsara, it does not leave my back, my hands It gives me faith and then makes me forget. On the effects of union with GOD: On her desire for a renewal of union with Shiva: Like an elephant lost from his herd suddenly captured, remembering his mountains, his Vindyas, I remember.Īnd on her determination to worship, no matter what: On the life of a devotee: Would a circling surface vulture know such depths of sky as the moon would know Would a weed on the riverbank know such depths of water as the lotus would know Would a fly darting nearby know the smell of flowers as the bee would know.Įven if I want to stay apart, Your maya will not leave me Even if I struggle against it, this maya stays unbroken Your maya doesnt leave even if one stands firm Those struggling to break this maya Are themselves broken. Maya is illusion, samsara the cycle of rebirth: On the value of experience over ritual: Comparing human lovers to GOD: I love the Handsome One: I love him O mother. If one can single out the bodys ways its great to have bodies. If one could draw the fangs of a snake and charm the snake to play, its great to have snakes. ![]()
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