The Spotless Lord Primordial
Of the spotless Lord Primordial
The lotus feet divine
came crowding into my eyes
to make me his slaves slave
The stainless king of the gods
And to Venkatam's fragrant groves,
The spotless righteous lord
Of the sky and Srirangam,s fort.
Jubilant he measured the earth
His tall head pierced the sky
The Kakutsa whose arrows burnt
The demons of the dark
Lord of Srirangam's grooves
My thoughts all wing their way
To his red waistcloth.
At Srirangam is his snake-bed
But at Venkatam in the north
He stands on a huge hill
Monkeys leaping around
That the gods may meet him there.
It is his yellow garment
Like the twilight sky
And his lovely stomach
Which created the creator
That are the sweet life
Of my life.
The sea hued with his burning shafts
Made Lanka's ten-headed king.
For all its fort four square
First run then run with blood
And the lord of Srirangam
Humming sweet with bees
Beautiful peacocks a dance
Has let his waistband enter
My heart and walk therein.
He snapped the bonds of my past
A burden, an incubus
Made me his own and more
what fearful penance I performed
For this i do not know
It is the chest of Srirangam's lord
With its garlands and Lakshmi
That has captivated me.
The Lord of Srirangam
Its grooves haunted by lovely bees
Had come to the rescue of him
who wears the white crescent
The neck which swallowed the worlds
Orb on orb to outermost space
Entire beyond the seven hills
Behold has made me live!
Whorled conch and fiery disc
Held inhis two hands
His body stretched like a mountain,
My lord with his long head
Fragrant with basil,
The wizard set on his snake
In jewelled Srirangam
With his red mouth, behold!
has captured all my thoughts.
He tore that demon's body
That came as a horse,
The spotless lord of Srirangam
Primordial lord
Hard to acccess to the gods
His long black eyes red streaked
Stretching bright onhis dark face
have befooled me
And made me mad!
A baby on a fig leaf
Who swallowed all seven worlds
Lies now on his serpent bed
In Srirangam.
His lovely necklace of gems
And his strings of pearls
With his blue body
Endlessly beautiful
have, O wonderful!
Entered my heart and filled it.
Having seen the rain cloud hued
The butter-besmeared milklad's mouth
Of himwho filched my heart away,
My ambrosia
Lord of the Gods and of Srirangam,
These my eyes
Have no wish to see
Aught else!
Of the spotless Lord Primordial
The lotus feet divine
came crowding into my eyes
to make me his slaves slave
The stainless king of the gods
And to Venkatam's fragrant groves,
The spotless righteous lord
Of the sky and Srirangam,s fort.
Jubilant he measured the earth
His tall head pierced the sky
The Kakutsa whose arrows burnt
The demons of the dark
Lord of Srirangam's grooves
My thoughts all wing their way
To his red waistcloth.
At Srirangam is his snake-bed
But at Venkatam in the north
He stands on a huge hill
Monkeys leaping around
That the gods may meet him there.
It is his yellow garment
Like the twilight sky
And his lovely stomach
Which created the creator
That are the sweet life
Of my life.
The sea hued with his burning shafts
Made Lanka's ten-headed king.
For all its fort four square
First run then run with blood
And the lord of Srirangam
Humming sweet with bees
Beautiful peacocks a dance
Has let his waistband enter
My heart and walk therein.
He snapped the bonds of my past
A burden, an incubus
Made me his own and more
what fearful penance I performed
For this i do not know
It is the chest of Srirangam's lord
With its garlands and Lakshmi
That has captivated me.
The Lord of Srirangam
Its grooves haunted by lovely bees
Had come to the rescue of him
who wears the white crescent
The neck which swallowed the worlds
Orb on orb to outermost space
Entire beyond the seven hills
Behold has made me live!
Whorled conch and fiery disc
Held inhis two hands
His body stretched like a mountain,
My lord with his long head
Fragrant with basil,
The wizard set on his snake
In jewelled Srirangam
With his red mouth, behold!
has captured all my thoughts.
He tore that demon's body
That came as a horse,
The spotless lord of Srirangam
Primordial lord
Hard to acccess to the gods
His long black eyes red streaked
Stretching bright onhis dark face
have befooled me
And made me mad!
A baby on a fig leaf
Who swallowed all seven worlds
Lies now on his serpent bed
In Srirangam.
His lovely necklace of gems
And his strings of pearls
With his blue body
Endlessly beautiful
have, O wonderful!
Entered my heart and filled it.
Having seen the rain cloud hued
The butter-besmeared milklad's mouth
Of himwho filched my heart away,
My ambrosia
Lord of the Gods and of Srirangam,
These my eyes
Have no wish to see
Aught else!
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