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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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With form none, with attributes none,
With furnace none where melted steel flowed hot,
With what it was as it was,
In that horrid cell of anava,
With intelligence none,
With nonintelligence filled, I was.
To me who was in that condition,
With Thine Grace,
Thou granted the body
And the instruments of knowledge
And the environment essential for enjoyment.
At that time,
I did not know Thee
And stood not inseparate from Thee
But instead like the crystal
That reflects the variegated glow of colors,
I got deep immersed in the maya vast
And forgot the gift of Thy Grace.
Now when is it to be
That this lowly one is to be near Thee
And to remain blessed?
Oh! Thou the Brahman that is unknowable!
The One that is Purity Perfection!
The Spaces Vast where dawns
The Knowledge that is Bliss!
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