Within and beyond the three worlds
Traversed by the Sun,
What fills everything,
As the happy essence is THAT.
The blissful silence controlling
The many mental modes, again making
Everything blossom forth is only THAT.
The foolish and vain votaries of the Six Faiths,
Debating fanatically and prattling aloud;
What lies beyond all such differing conceptions is THAT.
For them that wallow and sink,
The dark mire of the three impurities,
My and Mine, karma and maya;
What helps them to cross 'over the useless ways is THAT.
The Guru of Lord Shiva
Who wears the arka and cassia flowers on his head
Is our Lord Muruga, who manifests as THAT.
The amounts of good and bad deeds
Added up, makes this dirty body of ours.
Subtracting our identification with it,
What becomes the answer defying comparison is THAT.
Even if all the learning and arts,
Beginning from the Rig Veda,
Will fail to counter-balance
If weighed against THAT.
When messengers of the Lord of Death
Come before one at the time of death,
What endows one with a natural ability to cross over to safety, is THAT.
Where the thickly-set Upanishads end
At that edge, what exists alone as the crest is THAT.
Without form, what lies concealed
The core and essence
Of Fire, Earth, Ether, Wind and Water
Which fill things, nought left out, is THAT.
Thought, Object and Thinker vanish:
What evolves the state where
One abides forever and ever is THAT.
To the unwavering devotees, their hesitancy gone:
Released of all troubles,
The precious treasure they enjoy is THAT.
What makes thought, word and deed lie submerged
Making it possible to experience the joy
Of bathing in the divine grace is THAT.
As the light of lights, as space beyond space
And as the life of lives,
What manifests forever and ever is THAT.
Lord Shanmukha, the valorous One,
He rode on the strong peerless peacock
To fight the asuras who ran and hid themselves.
He married the hunter girl, wearing a dress
Fashioned of beautiful foliage. It was He,
The incomparable One who graciously taught me THAT.