Songs of Prayer and Praise by Tamil Saintly Poets sung by Sri Swami Satchidananda

1. சிவவாக்கியர் பாடல் Searching the Almighty, running Hither and thither; not realising He is with us in our every pulse, Crores have died in tiredness! 2. Neither inside; nor outside nor lean on anything: Belongs to none; Neither Here nor there; Neither big nor small; that which can't be fathomed; And Yet stand on it's merit only those upright, can see! 3. I wonder our match, oh: God This match, none on earth, could get, My body, mind and soul belongs to you; When I think of days, you occupied me I cry.. and the tears wet my body. 4. Oh; God; Have none to hug me: But for you I have none to receive kindness, Even to saints of heaven, you are the God. Other than you, my 'Lust' is on no objects. 5. I get goosebumps when I think of your blessing; Like appetite gone after eating a meal.. And my love on you increases; Disproving words of Thirunavukkarasar only Love can bring Godliness; You showered me your love for me Not even showing a speck of it on you. தொயுமொனெர் ெொடல் 6. If I but control my way the mind - That massive elephant in mast Which roams about in the chains of The radiant prana breath that incessant circles Long will I, this poor man, live here below, To the praise of the wise, to wit: ''This man's yoga is verily the Raja Yoga, That is dear to worlds three.'' Is any proof required for this? Oh! Thou, Golden Swan That is ready to bless Thy devotees With the ecstatic fortune of worship By titled heads in authority. With the gift of epic poetry, With the power of memory to chant the Four Vedas And with the occult power to perform The Eight miraculous Siddhis, O, Thou who resides in Kavai * Praised by millions in universes vast Thou, Akilanda Nayaki! Oh, my Mother! 7. Limitless indeed are the bounds of desire. Well may they be rulers of all land. Yet will they aspire to be master of all seas; Well may they possess hoardes of gold To rival heavenly midas, King Algesan, Yet will they wander about seeking the alchemic secret Of turning base metal into gold. Well they may have lived a life full of years, Yet will they pine in search of Kaya-Kalpa, the Elixir of Life; When you come to think of all these things in depth They but end in eating full and sleeping well. Enough is enough! Grant me that Mindless Pure State Which prevents me from the restless pursuit Of ''I'' and ''Mine'' Driving me in confusion from pillar to post. Oh! Thou who filleth all visible space In unbroken continuity! Thou, the Bliss that is Perfect Full! 8. Well may ye tame the elephant in mast And bind the mouth of the bear and ferocious tiger. Well may ye ride on the back of the lion And take the cobra in your hand and make it dance. Well may ye, placing mercury on blazing fire, Alchemize the five base metals into gold And sell them for a living. And roam about in the world invisible to others. Well may ye command celestial beings in your service And live young eternally. Well may ye transmigrate to another body, Walk on water, sit on fire, And attain siddhis incomparable; But rarer by far is it to control The mind and sit impassive. Oh! Thou the Reality that eludes seeking! The God of Knowledge that dwells in my thoughts! Thou the Bliss Refulgent! 9. To illiterate and literate, God grands happiness; To the Blind and the seen, you are their wisdom; To the mighty and the weak; you grant boons; To the respectful and disrespectful; you grant knowledge; To the good and the bad; you stand neutral To the human and Devas; you grant Wellness; To all you are omnipotent; My King; accept my song and bless me.