Strangers laugh and good relatives weep
Over countless miseries the world heaps; what ways are these?
Lord with beautiful eyes who churned the ocean
Tell me quick the path to your feet, or give me death.
Kith and kin heap destruction and death,
Cheat each other fall and weep; what ways are these?
O lord on serpent couch, I see no way for myself.
Heed my prayer, fine a way and call me unto you quick!
Gaity, friendship, kith and kin and bountiful wealth,
flower tressed women and household all depart at death,
Ocean hued lord, I cannot bear this world, what ways are these?
Do not treat me as in the past: pray call me to your service quick!
Great wealth kindness a raging fire of desire,
Then wraps a cover of darkness all around.
Benevolent gem hued lord, what ways are these?
Wean me by your grace, and grant me your feet.
In the world that blossomed from the deluge waters,
All beings suffer the pain of birth, death, disease and age
And after that, hell; what ways are these?
Gem hued lord, pray do not forsake me, take me there!
They forsake, chain, beat, kill and eat.
Who ever realizes the truth, what ways are these?
Lord of tulasi crown, my ambrosia; sinner that i am,
You changed me and took my service; now call me to your feet.
When you are yourself the sentient and the insentient
In all this world existing for no other reason,
beyond disease, age, birth, death and misery.
Pray do ot show me the wicked world; call me, you must!
You show yourself and vanish,
You make the world, and with it, earth, water, fire air and sky.
May I cross the great sphere, abode of the gods,
And reach your radiant high feet, O, when will that be!
Lord on serpent couch, you make even Gods roam without redemption,
i too know this, Shearing me of my desires,
You have made me bear your feet and roam,
I now see I am inseparable from your rare lotus feet!
I have seen the pleasures of seeing, hearing, touch, smell and taste,
And the limited joy of heaven unattainable through the senses,
Only you and the fair bangled Lakshmi are permananent.
What wonder my lord, I have attained your lotus feet.
This decad of a thousand pure Tamil songs,
By prosperous Kurugur city's Satakopan,
Is addressed to the feet of effulgent Narayana, Kesava.
Recited with humility, it will secure the lord's feet.
Over countless miseries the world heaps; what ways are these?
Lord with beautiful eyes who churned the ocean
Tell me quick the path to your feet, or give me death.
Kith and kin heap destruction and death,
Cheat each other fall and weep; what ways are these?
O lord on serpent couch, I see no way for myself.
Heed my prayer, fine a way and call me unto you quick!
Gaity, friendship, kith and kin and bountiful wealth,
flower tressed women and household all depart at death,
Ocean hued lord, I cannot bear this world, what ways are these?
Do not treat me as in the past: pray call me to your service quick!
Great wealth kindness a raging fire of desire,
Then wraps a cover of darkness all around.
Benevolent gem hued lord, what ways are these?
Wean me by your grace, and grant me your feet.
In the world that blossomed from the deluge waters,
All beings suffer the pain of birth, death, disease and age
And after that, hell; what ways are these?
Gem hued lord, pray do not forsake me, take me there!
They forsake, chain, beat, kill and eat.
Who ever realizes the truth, what ways are these?
Lord of tulasi crown, my ambrosia; sinner that i am,
You changed me and took my service; now call me to your feet.
When you are yourself the sentient and the insentient
In all this world existing for no other reason,
beyond disease, age, birth, death and misery.
Pray do ot show me the wicked world; call me, you must!
You show yourself and vanish,
You make the world, and with it, earth, water, fire air and sky.
May I cross the great sphere, abode of the gods,
And reach your radiant high feet, O, when will that be!
Lord on serpent couch, you make even Gods roam without redemption,
i too know this, Shearing me of my desires,
You have made me bear your feet and roam,
I now see I am inseparable from your rare lotus feet!
I have seen the pleasures of seeing, hearing, touch, smell and taste,
And the limited joy of heaven unattainable through the senses,
Only you and the fair bangled Lakshmi are permananent.
What wonder my lord, I have attained your lotus feet.
This decad of a thousand pure Tamil songs,
By prosperous Kurugur city's Satakopan,
Is addressed to the feet of effulgent Narayana, Kesava.
Recited with humility, it will secure the lord's feet.
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