Tiruvachakam -GU Pope pdf

 

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Lines 59 - 86 

His conversion Lest I should go astray, He laid His hand on me ! 

As wax before the unwearied fire (60) With melting soul I worshiped, 

wept, and bent myself. 

Danced, cried aloud, and sang, and prayed.

 They say:

 'The tooth of elephant and woman's grasp relax not,' So I with love, real, interrnitting never, Was pierced, as wedge driven into soft young tree. 

(65) All tears, I like the refluent sea was tossed; Soul was subdued, and body quivered with delight. 

While the world called me demon, mocking me.

 False shame I threw aside; 

the folk's abusive word I took as ornament; 

nor did I swerve.

 (70) My mind was rapt;-a fool, but in my folly wise,

The goal I sought to reach infinity ! 

All wondering desire, As cow yearns for its calf, I moaning, hurried to and fro. Not even in dreams thought I of other gods. The One most precious Infinite to earth came down; (75) 

Nor did I greatness of the Sage superne contemn, Who came in grace. 

Thus from the pair of sacred feet Like shadow from its substance parting not, Before, behind, at every point, to it I clung. My inmost self in strong desire dissolved, I yearned; (80)

 Love's river overflowed its banks; My senses all in Him were centredl; 'Lord !' I cried. With stammering speech, and quivering frame I clasped adoring hands; my heart expanding like a flower. Eyes gleamed with joy and tears distilled. (85) His love that fails not day by day still burgeons forth

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Hardened in my heart, I groped in the dark and nether realms.

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Let the jivatma after washing off its mala which separates it from the lotus feet of the Lord, mix in the society of the Bhaktas, whose souls abound with Love, and who look upon their forms as his form.

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His Grace transformed my hard nature. 

It was like transmuting a stone by filling it with the juice of a ripe fruit.

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136

In ignorance Thy Grace I denied

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Under the sway of the senses that shut out my approaches to thee

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when the waters ebb, the little fishes faint on the shore,

so bereft of thee I quake and Faint

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churned like curdled milk,

I swing under the sway of the senses.

Leave me not to whirl in evil ways

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