Akshara Mana Malai- years. “Desirelessness is wisdom” teaches Sri Ramana Maharshi in the seminal work “Who am I”. Followers of Ramana Maharshi. This is “Aksharamanamalai ( Verses on Lord Shiva – With Lyrics and Meaning )” by Chnakyan on Vimeo, the home for high quality videos. The title of this lyric poem, Arunachala. Aksharamanamalai, means ‘the bridal garland of letters for. Arunachala.’ Mana Malai is the wedding-garland which.
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How can I leave Thee now, Oh Arunachala? Have aksharamwnamalai on me, Arunachala! Happiness lies in peaceful repose enjoyed when resting in the Self. Let us enjoy one another in the house of open space, where there is neither night nor day, Oh Arunachala! Is this then Thy all-kindness, Oh Arunachala? Shine Thou as grace, the cure of all confusion, Oh Arunachala! Let the sea of joy surge, speech and feeling cease, Oh Arunachala! Thou art the primal being, whereas I count not in this nor in the other world.
There in the heart rest quiet! O Moon of Grace, with Thy cool rays as hands, open aksharamanwmalai me the ambrosial orifice and let my heart rejoice, Oh Arunachala!
If now Thou turn me away, the world will blame Thee, Oh Arunachala! It is not even worth speaking about, Oh Arunachala! Blessed be His devotees!
I was caught in the trap of Thy grace! Do not belie Thy name, Oh Arunachala! Beyond speech indeed is this my State, Oh Arunachala! Thou hast possessed me, unexorcizable spirit!
Thou didst benumb my faculties with stupefying power, then rob me of my understanding and reveal the knowledge of Thy Self, Oh Arunachala! Vouchsafe the knowledge of eternal life that I may learn the glorious primal wisdom, and shun the delusion of this world, Oh Arunachala!
Grant me Thy grace ere the poison of delusion grips me and, rising to my head, kills me, Oh Arunachala! Show me Thy grace now openly and save me, Oh Arunachala! Aid me, Oh Arunachala!
Though I beg, Thou art callous and dost not condescend. Oh, Thou art death to me, Arunachala! Familiar to Thine ears are The aksharqmanamalai songs of votaries who melt to the very bones with love for Thee, yet let my poor strains also be acceptable, Oh Arunachala!
In my unloving self Thou didst create a passion for Thee, therefore forsake me not, Oh Arunachala! What value has this birth without knowledge born of realization?
What hope is left for me, Oh Arunachala? The moment Thou didst welcome me, didst enter into me and grant me Thy divine life, I lost my individuality, Oh Arunachala!
What crime has marked me off for Thy lyrlcsOh Arunachala?
Lyrkcs rests for me but the torment of my prarabdha? With madness for thee thou hast freed me from madness for the world ; grant me now the cure of all madness, Oh Arunachala!
It is the truth itself! I had but thought of Thee as Aruna, and lo! Unite with me to destroy our seperate identities as Thou and me, and bless me with the state of ever vibrant joy, Oh Arunachala!
The eye of the eye art Thou, and without eyes Thou seest, Oh Arunachala! Can the net of Thy grace ever fail, Oh Arunachala? Thou hast administered the medicine of confusion to me, so must I be confounded!
Didst Thou not call me in? Significance of OM unrivalled – unsurpassed! Say to me ‘Fear not! Do not continue to deceive and prove me; disclose instead Thy transcendental self, Oh Arunachala!
Unattached to the physical frame composed of the five Elements, let me forever repose happy in the sight of Thy splendour, Oh Arunachala!
Thyself regard me and dispel illusion!
One art Thou without a second; who then could dare elude Thee and lydics in? Thou didst shave clean my head and I was lost to the worldthen Thou didst show Thyself dancing in transcendent space, Oh Arunachala!
Thou dost root out the ego of those who meditate on Thee in the heart, Oh Arunachala! This joyful Marital Garland of Letters, which resembles a beam of the rays of the rising sun, was sung by the noble sage, Akharamanamalai, the ocean of compassion, with the object of removing the delusion of the devotees who sought his grace.
Blessed be this Marital Garland of Letters! Motherlike, shouldst thou not complete Thy task, Oh Arunachala?