Guest guest Posted April 20, 2008 Report Share Posted April 20, 2008 - Ben Hassine 946His body shines as if it wereA tank with blossoming lotuses filled.His words reveal the import ofThe Vedas four and Upanishads.The exalted Lord whose shoulders eightRest on his flower-fragrant chest,His comely Feet are a crown to wear.In his matted locks a river dwells.The upright, noble, pure one, graciousTo those whose only wealth is moksha,The Lord renowned by the world adored,The deeds his virtuous devotees doAre service rendered to Siva supreme.949Such is his wealth that, keeping no countOf income or expenses, he lavishesOn his fortunate servants gifts that moreThan meet their heart's desires.Alms he condescended to receiveIn the skull of Brahma, who dwellsIn the tender lotus. The gold-hued GodWhose grace makes fools into master-minds,His matted tresses hold togetherThe moon, the stream of scattered thoughts,With his loving grace he governs us,Our Guru hymned by the best of seers,Ramana, who is Siva supreme.Sri Ramana Sannidhi Murai by Sri Muruganar, pages 89 - 90 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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