ARUNACHALA

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Holy radiant hill of roseate red,

Bathed in wooded swathes of emerald green,

He stands aloft in noble poise serene,

With Parvati's peak, whom he once did wed.

This form of God, this mighty mount has led

Many pilgrims to Moksha, the state supreme,

And wakened them from life's turgid troubled dream,

All their worldly cares and troubles He has shed.

 

A pilgrim climbing the mountain path one day,

Had clear vision of Beings formed of light,

It filled him with joy and love to pray,

With much devoted piety and might,

In gratitude to Lord Arunachala,

For sheltering our dear beloved Ramana!