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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What does this mean, Oh Arunachala? Didst Thou not call me in? Unattached to the physical frame composed of the five Elements, let me forever repose happy in the sight of Thy splendour, Oh Arunachala!
Do thou dispel illusion, Oh Arunachala! I had but thought of Thee as Aruna, and lo! Watching like a spider to trap me in the web of Thy grace, Thou didst entwine me and when imprisoned feed upon me, Oh Arunachala!
I was caught in the trap of Thy grace! Shine Thou as grace, the cure of all confusion, Oh Arunachala!
Is this then Thy all-kindness, Oh Arunachala? What rests for me but the torment of my prarabdha? Do not abandon me, I pray,Oh Arunachala! Make me partaker of Thy grace!
Familiar to Thine ears are The sweet songs of votaries who melt to the very bones with love for Thee, yet let my poor strains also be acceptable, Oh Arunachala! Have mercy on me, Arunachala! Thou hast possessed me, unexorcizable spirit! Thou only art reality, Oh Arunachala!
Unasked Thou givest; this is thy imperishable fame.
It is not even worth speaking about, Oh Arunachala! Blessed be this Marital Garland of Letters! There in the heart rest quiet!
Grant me Thy grace ere the poison of delusion grips me and, rising to my head, kills me, Oh Arunachala! Who but Thyself can find out Thee, Oh Arunachala? What crime has marked me off for Thy wrathOh Arunachala? Unless Thou do so who can intercede with Grace itself made manifest, Oh Arunachala? Disclose thy beauty then and hold her bound, Oh Arunachala! Treasure of benign and holy Grace found without seeking, steady my wandering mind, Oh Arunachala! Oh, Thou art death to me, Arunachala!
Thou didst sally forth and the siege of illusion was ended. On seeking Thy real self with courage, my raft capsized and the waters came over me. If now Thou turn me away, the world will blame Thee, Oh Arunachala!
What didst thou gain then by my worthless self, Oh Arunachala?
Happiness lies in peaceful repose enjoyed when resting in the Self. Aid me, Oh Arunachala! If spurned by Thee, alas! Though I beg, Thou art callous and dost not condescend.
The eye of the eye art Thou, and without eyes Thou seest, Oh Arunachala!
The moment Thou didst welcome me, didst enter into me and grant me Thy divine life, I lost my individuality, Oh Arunachala!