Translated By P. Bhagwan Ramana was a great sage who lived in the Arunachala Mountains in Thiruvannamalai. He was not a sanyasin and used to make it clear that he was not having any Guru. His scholarly nature and the life of utter simplicity that he led, attracted many followers.
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This joyful Marital Garland of Letters, which resembles a beam of the rays of the rising sun, was sung by the noble sage, Ramana, the ocean of compassion, with the object of removing the delusion of the devotees who sought his grace. Thou dost root out the ego of those who meditate on Thee in the heart, Oh Arunachala! Thou dost root out the ego of those who dwell on their spiritual identity with Thee, Oh Arunachala!
Was it for Thy pleasure or for my sake Thou didst win me? If now Thou turn me away, the world will blame Thee, Oh Arunachala! Escape this blame! Why didst thou then recall Thyself to me? How can I leave Thee now, Oh Arunachala? Is this then Thy all-kindness, Oh Arunachala? Disclose thy beauty then and hold her bound, Oh Arunachala! Even when the thieves of the five senses break in upon me, art Thou not still in my heart, Oh Arunachala? One art Thou without a second; who then could dare elude Thee and come in?
This is only Thy jugglery, Oh Arunachala! Significance of OM unrivalled - unsurpassed! Who can comprehend Thee, Oh Arunachala? The eye of the eye art Thou, and without eyes Thou seest, Oh Arunachala! Who but Thyself can find out Thee, Oh Arunachala? As a lode-stone attracts iron, magnetizing it and holding it fast, so do Thou to me, Oh Arunachala!
Save me from the cruel snares of fascinating women and honour me with union with Thyself, Oh Arunachala! Though I beg, Thou art callous and dost not condescend. I pray Thee! Say to me 'Fear not! Unasked Thou givest; this is thy imperishable fame. Do not belie Thy name, Oh Arunachala!
Sweet fruit within my hands, let me be mad with ecstasy, drunk with the bliss of Thy essence, Oh Arunachala! What crime has marked me off for Thy wrath , Oh Arunachala? What austerities left incomplete in previous births have won me Thy special favour, Oh Arunachala? Dazzling Sun that swallowest up all the universe in Thy rays, with Thy light open the lotus of my heart I pray, Oh Arunachala!
O Moon of Grace, with Thy cool rays as hands, open within me the ambrosial orifice and let my heart rejoice, Oh Arunachala! There in the heart rest quiet! Let the sea of joy surge, speech and feeling cease, Oh Arunachala! Do not continue to deceive and prove me; disclose instead Thy transcendental self, Oh Arunachala!
Vouchsafe the knowledge of eternal life that I may learn the glorious primal wisdom, and shun the delusion of this world, Oh Arunachala! If spurned by Thee, alas!
What rests for me but the torment of my prarabdha? What hope is left for me, Oh Arunachala? Happiness lies in peaceful repose enjoyed when resting in the Self. Beyond speech indeed is Thy prowess resting in the self. Beyond speech indeed is this my State, Oh Arunachala! Thou didst sally forth and the siege of illusion was ended. Then didst thou shine motionless alone , Oh Arunachala! It is the truth itself! What does this mean, Oh Arunachala?
Thou only art reality, Oh Arunachala! Aid me, Oh Arunachala! What value has this birth without knowledge born of realization? It is not even worth speaking about, Oh Arunachala! Treasure of benign and holy Grace found without seeking, steady my wandering mind, Oh Arunachala! On seeking Thy real self with courage, my raft capsized and the waters came over me. Have mercy on me, Arunachala! Adorn me with thy grace and then regard me, Oh Arunachala!
Unite with me to destroy our seperate identities as Thou and me, and bless me with the state of ever vibrant joy, Oh Arunachala! Do thou dispel illusion, Oh Arunachala! When I melted away and entered Thee, my refuge, I found Thee standing naked like the famous Digambara! Oh Arunachala! In my unloving self Thou didst create a passion for Thee, therefore forsake me not, Oh Arunachala!
Oh, Thou art death to me, Arunachala! Grant me Thy grace ere the poison of delusion grips me and, rising to my head, kills me, Oh Arunachala! Thyself regard me and dispel illusion! Unless Thou do so who can intercede with Grace itself made manifest, Oh Arunachala? With madness for thee thou hast freed me from madness for the world ; grant me now the cure of all madness, Oh Arunachala!
Thou hast possessed me, unexorcizable spirit! Thou didst benumb my faculties with stupefying power, then rob me of my understanding and reveal the knowledge of Thy Self, Oh Arunachala!
Show me the warfare of Thy grace in the open field where there is no coming and going, Oh Arunachala! Unattached to the physical frame composed of the five Elements, let me forever repose happy in the sight of Thy splendour, Oh Arunachala! Thou hast administered the medicine of confusion to me, so must I be confounded! Shine Thou as grace, the cure of all confusion, Oh Arunachala!
Thou hast cut the know which hid the vision of Thy head and foot the limitless Self. Motherlike, shouldst thou not complete Thy task, Oh Arunachala?
Be not m like a mirror held up to a noseless man, but raise me from my lowness and embrace me, Oh Arunachala! Let us embrace upon the bed of tender flowers, which is the mind, within the room of the body or the ultimate truth , Oh Arunachala!
How is it that Thou hast become famous from Thy constant union with the poor and humble, Oh Arunachala? Thou hast removed the blindness of ignorance with the unguent of Thy grace, and made me truly Thine, Oh Arunachala!
Thou didst shave clean my head and I was lost to the world , then Thou didst show Thyself dancing in transcendent space, Oh Arunachala! Let us enjoy one another in the house of open space, where there is neither night nor day, Oh Arunachala! Thou art the primal being, whereas I count not in this nor in the other world. What didst thou gain then by my worthless self, Oh Arunachala? Didst Thou not call me in?
I have come in. Now measure out for me my maintenance is now Thy burden. Hard is Thy lot, Oh Arunachala! The moment Thou didst welcome me, didst enter into me and grant me Thy divine life, I lost my individuality, Oh Arunachala! From my home Thou didst entice me, then stealing into my heart didst draw me gently into Thine, such is Thy grace, Oh Arunachala!
I have betrayed Thy secret workings. Be not offended! Show me Thy grace now openly and save me, Oh Arunachala! Grant me the essence of the Vedas, which shine in the Vedantas , one without a second, Oh Arunachala!
Make me partaker of Thy grace! Do not abandon me, I pray,Oh Arunachala! I had but thought of Thee as Aruna, and lo! I was caught in the trap of Thy grace! Can the net of Thy grace ever fail, Oh Arunachala? 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! 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!
Hill of patience, bear with my foolish words, regarding them as hymns of joy or as Thou please, Oh Arunachala! My Loving Lord! Throw Thy garland about my shoulders wearing Thyself this one strung by me, Arunachala! Blessed be Arunachala! Blessed be His devotees!
Followers of Ramana Maharshi strive for desirelessness as a spiritual goal. Renunciates in Hinduism are permitted to live on alms as a means of cultivating desirelessness and humility. Some renunciates who associated with Ramana Maharshi lived on alms. They went to town collectively in a group singing praises of the Lord. Before descending the Hill for alms, the sadhu would blow a conch shell, providing an initial notice to the pious residents of the town who provided them food. Once again, at the foot of the Hill they would blow the conch announcing their arrival at the town for alms. The town folks graciously offered them plenty of food out of respect for their association with Ramana Maharshi who was living on the Hill.
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