The spotless Lord Primordial {Amaladipiran}
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 of Venkatam's favourite grooves
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 waist cloth.
At Srirangam is his snake bed
But at Venkatam in the north
He stands on a huge hill
Monkeys leeping around
That the Gods may meet him there
It is his yellow garment
Like the twinkling 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 waist band 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 Iperformed
for this I do not know.
It is the chest of Srirangams lord
with its garland 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 or orb to outermost space
entire beyond the seven hills
Behold he made me live!
Whorled conch and fiery disc
Held in his 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 the deamon's body
That came as a horse
The spotless lord of Srirangam
Primordial lord
Hard to access to the Gods
His long black eyes red streaked
Stretched bright on his dark face
have befooled me
And made me mad.
A baby on a fig leaf
who swallowed all seven worlds
Lies now on his serpant 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 milkmaid's mouth
Of him who flinched 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 of Venkatam's favourite grooves
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 waist cloth.
At Srirangam is his snake bed
But at Venkatam in the north
He stands on a huge hill
Monkeys leeping around
That the Gods may meet him there
It is his yellow garment
Like the twinkling 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 waist band 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 Iperformed
for this I do not know.
It is the chest of Srirangams lord
with its garland 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 or orb to outermost space
entire beyond the seven hills
Behold he made me live!
Whorled conch and fiery disc
Held in his 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 the deamon's body
That came as a horse
The spotless lord of Srirangam
Primordial lord
Hard to access to the Gods
His long black eyes red streaked
Stretched bright on his dark face
have befooled me
And made me mad.
A baby on a fig leaf
who swallowed all seven worlds
Lies now on his serpant 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 milkmaid's mouth
Of him who flinched 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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