Searching for an equal to fight against, the
great asura Gajamukha, was killed in battle by the elephant-faced
God. Oh Brother of that God without an equal, bless me that I may
engage in life-long service to Thee, to Thine dancing peacock mount,
the Vel, and the beautiful cock (banner)!
Oh Muruga, God of Devas are you not the joyous,
Ever the care-free, the unsorrowing, the Great Yogi, the Doer of
good to others, possessed of kindly speech, and the Great Marve and
Surprise? Oh Gracious Lord! Pray enlighten me about the experience
of the good state, Where everything ceases to exist and I am lost to
Oh Shanmukha! Pray reveal to me that ONE THING.
Is it Ether (Akasa), Water, Earth, Fire or Wind? Or, is it Knowledge
that dawns? Or, the ever reverberating Vedas? Or, is it simply the
Mind, the abode where I was subdued and won?
Oh, Wielder of the Vel that pierced the chest of
Soorapadma, The asura, his supporters and the seven Mountains! Pray
tell me, who am entangled to a wife with bangles and to children by
fetters, To be ruined thus, is it proper? Is it proper for me?
Though I am engaged in praying to Him, The Great
Master of six faces having the capacity to fling away the great
illusion or Maha Maya. Yet I remain enmeshed by the Loka-Maya,
unable to get rid of the three desires That beset men -- for land,
gold and company of women.
Helpless with irresistible longing for Valli,
Lord Muruga falls at her feet and asks:
"What are your commands? "Oh Compassionate One!!
Will Thine lotus feet blossom out if placed on my heart, which is
hard and dry like a rocky prominence?
Oh Mind! If you heed not my advice, you will be
ruined. Listen intently and I will tell you how to attain the ONE
beyond all. Practise without holding back Charity and Dharma; Always
fix your mind on the lotus feet of the Lord holding the Vel; Burn to
ashes your unending sorrows; Give up, Give up indulgence in sinful
Kumara, the ever-young son of the Daughter of the
King of Mountains, the Destroyer of the asuras Who opposed Hi m in
battle. He destroyed the illusion "this my native place, these my
relations and this my house" by exposition (upadesa) of the
True and Eternal. How can I express it in words?
Oh Thou, not beset by anxiety or fear, but, with
indignation, flung the Vel at the Krauncha Peak which pierced its
way through unobstructed! I, who am drawn by lust to loose women by
the seductive Odour of their tresses, by the nectar of flowers
adorning them, when will You free me from these?
Oh Thou, adorned with garlands of flowers on
Thine chest! You directed the Vel to destroy the asura Soorapadma
Who, assuming the form of a mango tree, was an enemy of Devaloka. I
pray to Thee, when Yama the Lord of Death comes astride His black
beast buffalo, You shoud appear before me, on Your
beautiful-feathered mount and save me.
Oh Velava, dweller in the serpent mountain Who
bestowed on Your devotee the gift to excel in poetry, in all four
forms! Oh Crest Jewel of Devaloka! You taught the Great Truth to me
with the result that when my end nears, my relatives will not gather
around my body, uttering cries, 'Roo, Raa'!
The Thief who stole the red deer’s daughter
(Valli), He, the Great Master, unborn and undecaying, gave me the
upadesa Summa iru! (Be still! Simply be!). So subtle,
I cannot comprehend its meaning!
That which has neither form nor without form,
being and non-being, neither darkness nor light. Manifesting thus is
Muruga -- the Perfect One, the only One, holding the Vel is our
Guru. Lacking His grace, can one comprehend Him?
Oh Mind! Abandon, abandon the desires that go out
seeking through the five gates of body, mouth, eyes, nostrils and
ears. Surrendering at the feet of Lord Muruga, Who wields the Vel in
His hands, take the path to Salvation.
Praised by devout Devas and by the people on
earth, Oh Foremost of the Gurus! The Abode of eight attributes! When
will Thou confer upon me that state proximate to You? With mind
melting, I could go on chanting Muruga, Kumara and Guha.
Oh Valorous Sura, who flung the Vel to kill The
age-long Soorapadma! Oh Victorious Lord who restored Devas their
world! Weltering in the disease of avarice without clear thought of
what is good, Do I deserve this restless fate?
The learning we acquired and the wisdom we
possess were given by Muruga -- for His own service. Renounce the
craze for worldly life, Realise what is Truth and Dharma. Let the
tongue walk, walk the same way.
Stainless Shiva is without birth or death. He is
without thought or forgetfulness, and is beyond the comprehension of
Brahma and Vishnu. Oh You, His son, the One above all are sinless,
fearless, the Protector of Devaloka! The One who put fear into
Oh, the One without beginning or end! Oh Lord,
holding the pointed Vel! If poverty, the sinner were to visit me, my
beauty and my wealth, my mind and character, my family and religion
will all desert me; Will they not?
Oh Victorious Muruga! Saviour of Devaloka! With
shoulders like mountains, Who has crossed beyond the City of Devas!
How wonderful, You made me deserve Upadesa about the One Reality, So
rare and difficult to get!
When will Thou condescend to take me, Who knows
not the way of merit, to where both Your lotus feet rest, where
there is neither thought nor nescience? Oh Boon-giver, Muruga, the
peacock Rider, Who cut asunder the hated Soorapadma!
Meditating on Your youthful form, Oh Kumara, and
worshipping at Your holy feet, I gained spiritual wisdom. But You,
the Lord of Devas, Great as Meru, worshipped the feet of Valli with
tresses Long, like sheaths of coconut flowers.
Because out of ignorance, I failed to worship
Your holy feet. Should I be forsaken to suffer totally? Is it just,
is it just? Oh King, with the valorous sharp Vel, a monument of
virtues, and ever locked in the embrace of the lightning-like Valli!
Can I, hugging women with sharp Vel-like eyes,
ever think of being embraced by Your grace? Oh King of Devaloka, the
valorous Fighter! With the Vel, You routed out Soorapadma, piercing
through the Krauncha Peak.
Thinking it real, I adopted this evil way and I
am now tossed about in pain. Alas! Does it befit Your devotee? Oh
peacock-mounted Warrior! Not only are Your hands, Your Vel an But
everything emits a reddish glow!
I have no basis to receive Your grace nor hast
Thou thought of me for a moment. Oh Crest Jewel of Devaloka! Thou
who art known by Vedas, Agamas and Wisdom, Art, yet beyond them,
uncomprehended by the wonderful mind.
In the past, greatly did I cherish this way of
life transient like lightning. Now, is this the fruit born of my
fate? Oh King, peacock-mounted God! You are the Gold, the Gem, the
real Wealth and Grace divine.
Thou art the perennial Nectar, Oh King, holding
the pointed Vel, Of Jnana, the treasure house. Can one express it,
when by Your grace the I that was Mine was devoured,
It stood by itself ever-lasting, transcending all.
On Your twelve shoulders, trained in wrestling,
rest the garlands of my praises. But Thou hast abandoned me in the
meshes of Maya, My wicked and sinful ignorance unforgiven.
One day, You gave me the experience of that
incomparable upadesa. Unless experienced in the same manner,
how can it be made known to others? Oh Wielder of the Vel, bright as
the crimson sky!
You decreed that I should fall into the mire of
Maya and lead a useless life like this. Have I, in my previous life
done anything despicable to deserve this? Oh peacock-mounted God!
May You prosper hereafter!
Oh Victorious One who cleft the Krauncha Peak! Oh
Lord, high as a mountain, embracing Valli The cow-elephant of the
hunter tribe! Should I be left adrift with a brain fuddled by
knowledge of secular arts learnt by rote?
When can I see my way out of the tangle of wealth
dense and dark like the Vindhya jungle, and of the mire of misery of
worldly life? Oh Son, born of the boon obtained by Goddess Ganga! Oh
Kanda, Muruga, Karunakara!
Pray grant me the boon that my mind and intellect
may not be dimmed by evil pursuits after beautiful women. Oh
Shanmukha, Child of Ganga! Abode of Grace, possessed of peacock,
capable of engaging in battle.
With this body created by Brahma nd pursued by
prarabdha, when will I Be redeemed to attain Your holy feet? “Oh
Lord, You have taken vow to praise no other woman but Valli Whose
forehead shines like the crescent Moon."
Oh Lord, whose lotus feet adorn the heads of
Brahma and other Devas, But whose head, in turn, is adorned by the
feet of the hunter's Daughter! What is the Truth you taught when
Shiva reverentially called you, "Natha, Kumara" and said, "Teach
The state of parivara or close associate of the
Lord Who threw the powerful Vel at the Krauncha Peak. Strive for, Oh
mind, patiently and with serene knowledge rooting out, completely,
the ego-sense of I-ness.
Ever boastful, knowing none good, addicted to
evil, how can I account for Your subjugation of me? Oh Velava,
praised by the hordes of demons and wearing the garland of Koodala
flowers, You are the Consort of Valli!
Oh Prince, embracing the lightning-like Valli! Oh
Guru of Lord Shiva! When will the seven kinds of births and the
desires of Maya, tightly holding me, come to an end?
The sharp Vel that drove away evil from me I will
not forget. Should I remain deluded by this samsaric life?
Muruga, You walked about the hills, with its pools, and green fields
of millets dotted with watchers' lofts, looking for Valli.
Oh Victorious Muruga, mounted on the peacock, Oh
Yogiswara, the Guru giving Jnanopadesa! When Yama creates a furore
to take away my life, protect me from death by giving refuge at
Thine lotus feet.
The material goal of life is not the goal that
should be known. It is apprehended by meditation of the Ultimate.
When God with the peerless Vel gave upadesa of this, So
soon, relationship with the world ceasing, thought and speech were
cut, knowledge departed and ignorance followed suit.
Oh Lover of Valli, attired in dress beautiful
embellished with many a precious gem! Oh my Friend, Muruga! By Your
gracious act the fetters of my desires got broken to pieces and
indescribable anubhuti the Experience of the divine
state was born in me.
Oh Muruga, possessor of the matchless Vel! You
pointed to me as the place to surrender, Your two sacred feet that
manifest as moksha on the heads Of great Devas, in the four
Vedas, in dense forests and in the fields of millets. Can it be
Should I beg at the doors of the learned and wise
men who hold back concealing their knowledge? Will You bestow on me
the ultimate Wisdom? Gurunatha, Kumara, holding the thunderbolt, Oh,
Compassionate Bestower of Shiva-Jnana?
Oh Kanda, weUder of the bright Vel, Son of Uma,
Kumara, the Lord of the Vedas! You are my mother and my gracious
father. Wipe out all my turmoils and take possession of me.
Will I get Your gracious conferment of that high
state which lies beyond the six and thirty tattvas?
Oh Guru, who killed the angry Soorapadma, who
invaded and restored back the Kingdom once again, cool and pleasant
The Wise -- shedding all worldly knowledge,
cutting the bondage to close relations, the veil of ignorance being
shattered, all delusions being given up, in their midst you abide.
Further, when the jñānis cast away completely the Jīva-sense
(ego-sense) and realise You by Brahmic wisdom, You stand merged in
Lord, holding the Vel radiating light! The
merciful effulgent Presence that removes the miseries of those who
meditate on You! Can one describe to others understanding That
Being, standing alone unattached?
Intellect being dimmed, the mind weakening, being
in a comatose state and having lost the way to Salvation, I ask, is
it my fate to remain ruined? Oh Son of Ganga, the Master of Divine
Bliss! Oh Valorous One who destroyed the asuras completely!