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Hymns of Thayumanavar
Pervasive Cosmic Form (30/33)
Secret of the Intelligence of the Infinite Space
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From that day to this
What did the millions and millions
That were born get?
Except to perish in sorrow?
Not until this day has mukti been attained.
When this body is not to be,
I do not know.
So even now,
Will you not accept me -
This vile cur - in your service
That my distress be wiped out?
Thou, the Lord of Sikali!
Thou, of Navalur
That went as messenger to get gold!
Thou, that hailed Thine devotee as ''Our appa!''
Thou, the Lord
Of the treasure house of compassion limitless!
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