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O Love in the
shape of Arunachala! Now that by thy Grace thou
hast claimed me, what will become of me unless thou
manifest thyself to me, and I, yearning wistfully
for thee and harassed by the darkness of the world,
am lost? How can the lotus blossom without the
sight of the sun? Thou art the Sun of suns; thou
causest Grace to well up in abundance and pour
forth as a stream!
O Arunachala, thou form of Love itself! I am
loveless and do not think of thee and melt with
love for thee like wax over the fire. But does it
become thee, once having claimed me, if instead of
producing such love in me, thou letst me now be
lost? O Bliss rising from Love! O Nectar springing
in the Heart of devotees! Heaven of my refuge! thy
pleasure is mine. It is also my joy, O Lord of my
life!
Arunachala who art the Lord! Drawing me with the
cords of thy Grace, although I had not even dimly
thought of thee, thou didst decide to kill me
outright. How then did poor me offend thee that
thou dost leave the task unfinished? Why dost thou
torment me thus leaving me suspended between life
and death? Fulfil thy wish and long survive me all
alone, O Lord!
What did it profit thee to choose out me from all
those living in the world, to rescue my poor self
from falling into the dreary waste of samsara and
hold me at thy feet? Lord of the ocean of mercy!
Even to think of thee puts me to shame. Arunachala,
long mayst thou live! I bow my head to thee and
bless thee.
Lord! Thou didst bring me by stealth and all these
days hast held me at thy feet. Lord! Thou hast made
me to stand with hanging head [dumb], like
an image when asked what is thy nature! Deign to
ease me in my weariness struggling like a deer that
is caught in a net. Lord Arunachala! what can be
thy will? Who am I to comprehend thee?
Lord of my life! I have always been at thy feet,
like a frog which clings to the stem of the lotus;
make me instead a honey bee which from the blossom
of the Heart sucks sweet honey of pure
Consciousness; then shall I have deliverance. If I
lose my life while clinging to thy lotus feet it
will be for thee a standing column of ignominy, O
Blazing Mountain of Light spreading red rays! O
Expanse of Grace, more subtle than the ether!
O Pure One! if the five elements consisting of
ether, air, fire, water and earth, the numerous
living-beings and every manifest thing is nothing
but the pure Consciousness that thou art, how then
can I be separate from thee? Since thou shinest in
the Heart, a single Expanse without duality, how
can I come forth distinct therefrom? Show thyself
planting thy lotus feet upon his the ego's head as
it emerges, O Arunachala!
Thou hast destroyed my ability to prosper in the
world and made a wastrel of me; this condition is
miserable and no one is happy; to die is better
than to live thus, O Transcendental Self in the
form of a mountain and shining as the cure for the
madness of worldliness! Grant me, mad for thee in
vain, the sovereign remedy of clinging to thy
feet!
O Transcendent! I am the first of those who have
not the Supreme wisdom to clasp thy feet in freedom
from attachment. Ordain thou that my burden be
transferred to thee and my free will effaced, for
what indeed can be a burden to the Sustainer of the
universe? Lord Supreme! I have had enough of
carrying the burden of this world upon my head,
parted from thee. Arunachala, the Supreme Itself!
Think no more to keep me at a distance from thy
feet!
O Arunachala, the moment I thought of Arunai
[the holy town of Arunachala] I was caught
in the trap of your Grace. Can the net of your
Grace ever fail?
I have seen a wonder, a magnetic hill that forcibly
attracts the soul. Arresting the activities of the
soul who thinks of it even once, drawing it to face
itself, the One, making it thus motionless like
itself, it feeds upon that sweet [pure and
ripened] soul. What a wonder is this! O souls,
be saved by thinking of this great Arunagiri, which
shines in the mind as the destroyer of the ego.
How many are there who have been ruined like me for
thinking this hill to be the Supreme. O men,
disgusted with this life of intense misery, ye seek
a means of giving up the body. There is on earth a
rare drug which without actually killing him, will
annihilate anyone who so much as thinks of It. Know
that It is none other than this Arunachala.
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