Thiruvaaymozhi 9.9- malligai kamazh thenRalum maalai poosalum

[Guest guest]

Sri:

 

Dearest Sisters and Brothers,

 

The evening has come; all cows and calves are coming back; the boys (who

went along with KaNNan) also are coming back. I think KaNNan is coming

behind. The "AzhwAr" (Parangusa nAyaki) is waiting and waiting. He is

not there. The lovely twilight evening is killing her. The breeze, the

moon, the roars of ocean waves, the birds (anRil), the flute music-

thoughts of KalyANA guNAs of the Lord-they all torment her. Here comes

the next ten from the languishing lady.

 

NampiLLai gives a BEAUTIFUL TITLE for this ten "malligai kamazh

thenRalum maalaip poosalaum". There is also an interesting anecdote on

this. Nambhi thiruvaranga naaraayaNa dAsar is a sishya of NampiLLai. One

day, after listening to NampiLLai's discourse on Thiruvaaymozhi, this

sishya went and met another sishya by name "peRRi". PeRRi asked dAsar

"what did you hear from dear NampiLLai today?" dAsar relied "aRukkum

vinai" thiruvaaymozhi (9.8- which we saw in last post)". PeRRi said

"tomorrow you will come and tell "malligai kamazh thenRalum maalai

poosalum"- won't you?". Such an involvement they had on this ten! Let us

smell the fragrant jasmine breeze and feel the tinge of the lady's

suffering from languishing due to the pleasant evening and separation

from KaNNan.

 

1. The breeze that is filled with the fragrance of jasmine hugs and cuts

my body (into two); the pleasing evening "kuRinji" music embraces my

ears and punctures it; The bright rays of the evening red sun and the

evening is making me faint; The reddish (due to twilight) clouds are

simply tearing my body to pieces; My Master KaNNan the Lotus eyed Lord

of mine who had joined me and hugged me has now left me in this

situation. My breasts and my shoulders that the Male Lion had hugged are

suffering due to loneliness; I am helpless and am at a loss as to where

He is and how to reach Him. (What a Poet! What a Bhakthi!- You should

read them in Thamizh! malligai kamazh theNral eerum aalO! vaN kuRinji

isai thavaro aalO! …. aalO- equivalent to aiyO!)

 

2. Which is my asylum- I don't know. I am suffering due to separation.

The sounds of bells (tied to oxen), the breeze, the music of flute are

all killing me! Iyo! The day time went off with an expectation that at

least in the evening He would come. Now the evening- the sandal

fragrance are all aggravating my sufferings terribly; the music

(panchama paNN?) the evening air are literally tearing me; The Lord

KaNNan- the Mischievous One- the Chief of Cowherd people- the One who

measured the whole universe - the One who brought the earth back from

the deep "troubled" waters - the One who ate and spat the universe and

saved it- The One who is like Yaman for asurAs - now He has not come to

alleviate my sufferings; What is the use of my living hereafter?

 

3. Empermaan hugged me, joined me in such a way that my breasts have

become softer; the waist has become weak; - and He has left me. After

His joining me, and after He has left me all alone- There is no use at

all for my survival anymore. I think that Young Lion- My Master will NOT

come hereafter. His Lotus Like eyes, Red Mouth, The Dark, long curly

tresses, Four Shoulders, - They all have stayed in this sinner's mind.

His exquisite Beauty - His ThirumEni is splitting me into two and is

killing me.

 

4. Thoughts of my Emperumaan, who had deserted me are tearing me apart;

The chill evening breeze is so hot for my body due to my viraha thaapam;

Cool moon rays are so warm that urn me; the soft bed of flowers has

become too warm for me- Thus I am suffering being left by KaNNan. That

Bhagawaan, who rides on GarudA - I would call Him as "the Divine bee".

That "Deiva vaNdu" has entered into this feminine soft body of mine,

joined me and then left me; (like the bee sucking the honey from flowers

and takes off!) See how much my AthmA is troubled! Things that remind me

of Him are killing me; Even my mind is not there as my companion. That

has also deserted me and gone to Him. (In this pAsuram

Garudavaahanathvam establishes Parathvam says NampiLLai!)

 

5. My mind too is not giving me company. The evening also has arrived-

it's time for cows to return home. The lonely me- the evening- Why it

has not struck in His mind and why He has not yet arrived here! His mind

has become a stone! His flute music is pulling me! Even my friends get

more worried about me and ask when He would marry me. When such is my

situation, how can I save myself? Getting his mercy is so difficult?

 

6. Oh Mothers! Getting His grace is so difficult for me! Except for His

grace, no on else's is worth it at all. Hence, until I get His mercy, my

jIvan does not belong to me. (means it is not there!). It may even be

possible that it may never be mine. The day time has gone and the

twilight also has arrived. This lovely evening is completely ruining me

and torturing me. Bhagawaan's ThirumEni is shared by Sivan, MrahmA (on

His navel), Periya PiraaTTI MahA Lakshmi et al. When I think of His such

merciful guNA, how is it that there isn't any space for me at all with

Him? If such is the case, where else can I go to? To whom shall I

complain and who will save me?

 

7. Oh Mothers! That mischievous Lord, dark hued, cloud coloured Lord

KaNNan has robbed the matchless heart of mine and gone off. It has gone

with Him and is no more with me. When I suffering here with terrible

loneliness, being separated from Him, this evening chill breeze also

torments me. This breeze also joins the smoke (that arises from the

"yaagams") and is mixed with sandal fragrance. Such a breeze, filled

with the music and the fragrance of jasmine in the air, are all jointly

throwing flakes of fire at me and are burning my body with viraha

thaapam. To whom can I tell all my sufferings ( and who can save me?)

 

8. This chill breeze is splitting me. That red sky kills me. His such

mischief (of leaving me here!) is more cruel to me than Himself! These

jasmine flowers, the fresh sandal fragrance, the breeze are all

disturbing me greatly. His flute music (that He is playing for those

cowherd girls) is also killing me. It is difficult for me to survive

anymore.

 

9. I am not able to bear listening to His flute music. He expresses His

love and His words and feelings to those Aayar peNgaL (Cowherd girls)

through His music. With His facial expressions, He sends messages to

each one of them. He literally makes them lose themselves with His such

facial expressions and bhAvams. He makes them forget their "oodal"

(minor squabbles) with such advances. And this Lord is troubling me also

by not coming here. He has not yet come still! It is already getting

dark.

 

10. It is already late evening! But Maayavan has NOT yet come. The cows

are coming back fully rejoiced jumping happily with their oxen (with

bells tied to their necks) after a day's time with their respective

companions. His flute music also is coming in the air and is killing me.

The bees (sitting on those fragrant jasmine flowers ) are also humming

which troubles me. Even the crying roars of oceanic waves are reaching

the sky. aiyO! Each one of these aggravates my suffering only. How will

I ever survive?

 

11. Kurugoor SadagOpar has sung the terrible suffering of the Cowherd

girls being unable to be separated from KaNNan and of the aggravating

languishing due to the lovely jasmine fragrance laden breezy evening.

One should pay obeisance to the Lord (who ate and spat the universe) and

sing these ten songs which Sri SadagOpar has sung on Him. Oh

BhAgawathAs, sing them merrily and get saved by KaNNan.

 

NammAzhwAr ThiruvadigaLE SaraNam

 

Ram Ram

 

With Best Regards

 

NarayaNa dAsan madhavakkannan

 

 

 

____

Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com