Akshara Mana Malai- years. “Desirelessness is wisdom” teaches Sri Ramana Maharshi in the seminal work “Who am I”. Followers of Ramana Maharshi. This is “Aksharamanamalai ( Verses on Lord Shiva – With Lyrics and Meaning )” by Chnakyan on Vimeo, the home for high quality videos. The title of this lyric poem, Arunachala. Aksharamanamalai, means ‘the bridal garland of letters for. Arunachala.’ Mana Malai is the wedding-garland which.
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Thou didst benumb my faculties with lryics power, then rob me of my understanding and reveal the knowledge of Thy Self, Oh Arunachala!
Do thou dispel illusion, Oh Arunachala! Thyself regard me and dispel illusion! Unattached to the physical frame composed of the five Elements, let me forever repose happy in the sight of Thy splendour, Oh Arunachala! Aid me, Oh Arunachala! Throw Thy garland about my shoulders wearing Thyself this one strung by me, Arunachala! Unless Thou do so who can intercede with Grace itself made manifest, Oh Arunachala?
Do not abandon me, I pray,Oh Arunachala! Dazzling Sun that swallowest up all the universe in Thy rays, with Thy light open the lotus of my heart I pray, Oh Arunachala! Unasked Thou givest; this is thy imperishable fame. Thou didst shave clean my head and I was lost to the worldthen Thou didst show Thyself dancing in transcendent space, Oh Arunachala!
Then aksharamabamalai thou shine motionless aloneOh Arunachala! Sweet fruit within my hands, let me be mad with ecstasy, drunk with the bliss of Thy essence, Oh Arunachala! Thou hast possessed me, unexorcizable spirit! Unite with me to destroy our seperate identities as Thou and me, and bless me with the state of ever vibrant joy, Oh Arunachala! Thou hast administered the medicine of confusion to me, so must I be confounded! Beyond speech indeed is this my State, Oh Arunachala!
Do not belie Thy name, Oh Arunachala! Grant me the essence of the Vedas, which shine in the Vedantasone without a second, Oh Arunachala!
Beyond speech indeed is Thy prowess resting in the self. Grant me Lrics grace ere the poison of delusion grips me and, rising to my head, kills me, Oh Arunachala! What value has this birth without knowledge born of realization? O Moon of Grace, with Thy cool rays as hands, open within me the ambrosial orifice and let my heart rejoice, Oh Arunachala!
Make me partaker of Thy grace! Say to me lyrcis not! Blessed be His devotees! Shine Thou as grace, the cure of all confusion, Oh Arunachala!
Significance of OM unrivalled – unsurpassed! Blessed be this Marital Garland of Letters! What rests for me but the torment of my prarabdha?
Why didst thou then recall Thyself to me? Hill of patience, bear with aksharwmanamalai foolish words, regarding them as hymns of joy or as Thou please, Oh Arunachala!
Oh, Thou art death to me, Arunachala! Disclose thy beauty then and hold her bound, Oh Arunachala! I was caught ,yrics the trap of Thy grace! Motherlike, shouldst thou not complete Thy task, Oh Arunachala? When I melted away and entered Thee, my refuge, I found Thee standing naked like the famous Digambara!
Do not continue to deceive and prove me; disclose instead Thy transcendental self, Oh Arunachala! Save me from the cruel snares of fascinating women and honour me with union with Thyself, Oh Arunachala! Thou dost root out the ego of those who meditate on Thee aksharamanamalwi the heart, Oh Arunachala! Be not aksharamanamalao like a mirror held up to a noseless man, but raise me from my lowness and embrace me, Oh Arunachala! What didst thou gain then by my worthless self, Oh Arunachala?
Thou hast cut the know which hid the vision of Thy head and foot the limitless Self. Aksharamanamalau I beg, Thou art callous and dost not condescend.
The moment Thou didst welcome me, didst enter into me and grant me Thy divine life, I lost my individuality, Oh Arunachala! One art Thou without a second; who then could dare elude Thee and come in?
How is it that Thou hast become famous from Thy constant union with the poor and humble, Oh Arunachala? I have betrayed Thy secret workings.