Invocation to Lord Ganesa
By surrender to Lord Shanmukha, His Grace
make the hard stony mind melt and flow.
The flow of chaste literary words in His praise
Into Garlands of Songs, we will entwine
And bowing to the holy feet of the elephant-faced God
Of five hands, we shall pray they attain fame.
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
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
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
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
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 Soorapadma.
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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 me"?
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
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 described?
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 to devas.
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 their
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
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!