Tirupparangkunram
The
World1delightsas he rises on its right2
and goes wandering
So
many peoplepraise the Sun3as if seen
in the sea
Ceaselesslytheir
eyelids flutterfrom his immaculate lightshiningfrom
so far off.
Those
who approachhave his sustaining strength
as they striveto reach his feet.4
His
hand,broad as a cloud,wipes outall enemies.5
Husband
of herof radiant brow and stainless chastity.
A
cloud,pregnant and immaculate,has scooped up
the sea.6
The
Shining Ones7pierce the sky that is sprinkling
innumerable droplets.
The
first rain of the season pours down upon the
forest, fragrant and cool.
And
the stout-trunked Sengadambu tree8 flourishes
in the gathering dark.
While
the Stout-chested Ones cool garland sways
with blossoms shaped like [chariot] wheels.
The
frightful bamboo towers, grown high as
mountains unassailable.
Tinkling
anklets grasp their bright and rosy feet,
so delicate.
Their
sumptuous legs, curving hips, and shoulders
like bamboo.
Their
un-dyed satins, a red-backed beetles
similitude.
They
have many coins aligned in rows about their
waists.
The
beauty which they have received is a loveliness
not fashioned by any hand.
Dazzling
ornaments crafted of the gold named [for
its refinement].9
Devoid
of stain, their bodies' brilliance extends beyond
distant places.
Their
attendants have trussed up their hair, still
moist,
Placing
tiny petals of the red-stemmed Vedchi
between.
And
have plucked the pure petals of the green-stemmed
Kuvalai10,
[They
then] wind them to the right, with their head
ornaments11 [intertwined].
The
Kum-kum set on their beautiful brows exudes
sweetness,
Accentuated
below by [hairpins shaped-like]
wide-mouthed sharks.
Their
coiled hair now immaculate and complete.
They've
placed the Sanpakam blossom, cool and rare,
in their hair like black sheets of metal
[two dark leaves]
Surrounding
an Ulai flower. Set there, a bright bunch of
blossoms from the Marutu tree.
And
they have bound
branches of beautiful red-buds,
wet with dew,
Into
a garland,
arranged to encircle
their two [twisted locks].
Their
sumptuous ears
filled with bright
sprouting leaves
of Ashoka.
Their
breasts,
adorned to extreme,
with delicate jewels
firm and fair,
Odoriferous
sandal
ground to a paste,
fragrant and bright
as a blossom.
Their
Marutu flowers
oozing honey,
like the tight-petaled buds
of Kongki.
Young
breasts,
smeared in abundance,
with full blown
Blossoms
of Vaengai,
and fine pollen
spread round,
so lovely.
They
pluck
small sprouts
of the Vila tree
and sprinkle them
[on each other].
They
hoist high
the flag
of the valorous cock
who conquers [its enemies]
and destroys [its foes].
They
greet
all the others
saying,
'Long life to you!'
And
there abides
an unmatched
mountain
resounding,12
with the echo
of their songs.
The
frightful demoness
plays in the garden,
A
mountain range,
with trees so dense,
the she-monkey13
can't find her way.14
The
bees [hover] in silence15
about
the luminescent
Kantal in bloom16
On
the large cool garland
adorning his head.
He
enters
the ancient earth,
the icy sea
and they tremble.
He
severed the root
of the demon Sur
with his leaf-shaped spear,
long and flaming.
[That
demoness]
Her dry locks of hair,
and mouth like a chest,
with pandemonious fangs
She
rolls her
green eyes,
and is
terrifying to see.
As
an eye-popping owl
and venomous snake
hang in her ears.
Swaying
along
with her gargantuan breasts
and her jagged gut.
Her
strut
is so very frightening;
dreadful is her coming.
This she-vampire
Blood
stains
the sharp nails
of her twisted fingers
That
dig out the eyes
to eat
from a rancid black head,
overwhelmingly foul.
She
holds it
in her broad hand
wearing bangles so bright.
And
she frightfully sings
mighty battlefield songs
of conquest
and destruction.
And she, with that mouth,
wiggles her shoulders
and munches on corpses,
performing her Tunngai dance17.
Two
large beings
in one massive body,18
Terrified
six different units
when [the demon Sur] approached.
But
he spoiled
these demons' great conquest.
He
hacked at the root
of their mango tree
where blossoms are hung
in profusion.
His victory was flawless.
And
his fine glory
is boundless,
the Son
with the spear
that is red.
By
approaching
his ruddy feet
with magnanimous mind
One
rightly animates
the wise sayings of old
Leave your homeland.
Stay somewhere else.
If
you have the desire
to go on pilgrimage,
so many virtues,
And your own heart's
dearest desire
will be achieved.
You'll get it instantly!
The noblest virtues are yours!
Hungering
for war,
he hoists his tall flag
way up high.
And
hangs from it
dolls
and a ball of coiled twine.19
He
destroys the war-makers.
For few battles are waged
at the gates
[of fair Madurai].
In
its mischiefless markets
Lakshmiís enthroned in majesty,
Along
its wide boulevards
there are balconies a plenty,20
near Madurai's western gate.
In
broad fields
of black mud
it opens and unfolds
The
prickly-stemmed lotus
that sleeps until dawn.
Buzzing
about
honey-scented
Neytal blossoms.
Where
the mountain spring flowers
rouse one's desire
as they blossom like eyes
in the morning.21
That
glorious swarm
of comely-winged bees
drone on.
It's
at Kunram's hill,
There's where
he abides;
and not only there
Tiruchendur:
[His
elephant],
Its forehead
scarred deep
by the attack
of his sharp-tipped [goad].
With
a garland
that never wilts
and headpiece
swaying.
Bells
hang
from its side,
intermittently chiming,
as it quickly saunters on.
Its
might,
rarely overcome,
like the Lord of Death.
And
he climbs
upon that elephant
like the voracious wind.
Of
five different parts22
crafted by the smith,
refined and complete:
The
brilliance
of this crown
offsets
the great beauty
of its gems.
Adorning
his head,
as it flickers
like lightening.
Effulgence
hangs there,
swaying
as earrings
wrought of gold.
With
that
kind of distant radiance
like the moon
shining bright
Or
with the luster
of the relentless stars
shimmering [in the night].
For
the accomplished ones
who perform
their vows
free of suffering,
His
brightly colored faces
appear directly
in their minds.
As
a brilliance
without blemish
upon this world
of utter darkness
Generating
many rays of light
is One Face.
And One Face
Poised
as sweet demeanor
and praised
by those with longing
Is
pleased
by their love
and confers to them,
their boons.
One face
regards
the mantric code
of the unfailing tradition
With
its priestly
sacrifices
which it remembers.
One Face
Comes
to draw out
meanings
that were overlooked,
illuminating
the [four] directions
just like the moon.
One face
Destroys
the enemy,
sours all equanimity,23
Longs
to enter the field
with a wrathful heart.
One Face
With
an innocent
hill-tribe girl
whose got curves
like a vine
With
that damsel
With Valli
is laughing
and smiling.
Just
like that,
those faces,
3 X 2,
tend to be.
He's
got a garland
that hangs low
on his chest
strong and lovely
With
reddish lines defined
and bending,
his might,
emits a sparkling.
His
fame,
found in plenty.
His shoulders,
they are curving.
Held
high
[in blessing]
for those who move
across the sky
Is
One Hand.
And One Hand
is set upon his hip.
And
One Hand
is resting on his thigh,
adorned so fine.
One
Hand
operates the goad.
And Two Hands
Hold
his fine black shield
and spins his spear
to the right.
One Hand
Is
placed above
his chest
just so.
And One Hand
Is
beautiful
as it touches his garland.
One Hand,
It's
bracelets fall below,
while raised up high
its whirling round.
One Hand
Rings
a bell
that's singing sweetly.
One Hand
Makes
the sky of blue
shower drops of plenty.
And One Hand
Adorns
the divine bride
of the heavens
with her wedding garland.
Just
like that...
those twelve hands
tend to act.
On
high
many instruments
resounding.
Strong and seasoned
horns are playing
with its pitch that's swelling.
And white conch
shells are sounding
As
his mighty war-drum
thunders
inspiring fear.
His
densely
feathered peacock
and flag of conquest
sing out,
And
he figures
that the sky
will be
the quickest route
to take.
World renowned
and towering high
is its sublime glory.
Thus,
his going to Alaivay
with its changeless
quality.
And not only there
Tiru
Avinankudi:
They
whose dress
is of stitched bark
And grand are
They
whose pure white hair...
spirals to the right,
like conch shells.
They
who are devoid of blemish
and have a form that shimmers,
with a deer's
hide
that covers
a breast
that's cast aside
it's food.
They
whose bodies
are like skeletons
that have leapt up
to wander.
At auspicious times...
They
won't eat
for many days.
Rancor
and
wrath
purged from
their minds.
The erudite,
learned in all lore,
can't conceive of what
these Knowers know.
These learned ones,
[reaching]
the limits [of knowledge],
have become the guides.
Passion
and
arrant anger,
these Seers
set to sever.
Sorrow
in
any measure
is unknown to
their character.
Having apt
disdain
as insight,
These sages,
are the first to enter.
[The
Gandharvas],
They with clothing...
pure and immaculate,
seems like smoke
gathered about them.
Their
bodies,
they are mantled,
with buds poised
to bloom wide-open.
Its
strings are set
to suit the ear.
Noble
lutes,
that recite
the mercy
of the heart.
As
they approach
with tender words,
and strum
its sweetened strings.
They
with bodies
composed without affliction.
A mango trees'
sparkling
shoot
resembles their corporeal form.
The abiding shimmer
of
the gold-streaked touchstone24
resembles their beauty marks.
With sweet gems
aplenty
held up by
thighs
that slope and rise.
Without
fault
or without blemish
these Gandharavas,
they do shine.
With
poison
hidden in the holes
of its whitened fangs,
its
breath like fire,
it terrifies,
such is its mighty strength.
The
snake
is killed by the ruthless beating
of his richly stripped
and bending wings...
The
bird
borne by
the long banner,
of the Wealthy One.25
With a white bull
[upon
his banner]
where his victory [was won],
many praise
his hearty shoulder,
[where]
Uma,
joined with him,
appears.
While his three eyes,
unblinking,
who
destroyed the triple fort:
This great and indignant
other Wealthy Lord.26
A
thousand times ten multiplied,
[the number] of his eyes.
A hundred, the many
Yagnas,
he completed victoriously,27
[causing] the devastating conquest
[of all his enemies].
Two
and two multiplied:
its tusks that are held high,
beautifully it roams [wide],
with
its large broad hand
hanging low...
his elephant so tall.
He
climbs upon its neck,
and Tiru28 is jubilant,
[the great lord Indra],
the other Wealthy One.29
Four
great gods30
[watch over]
the fine hamlets,
of this well formed
world.
Unified in the doctrine
of acting as its guard.
Many
people
praised the three,31
so they'd become
the leaders [once again].32
Appearing
in the world, to [resume]
its defense.
Born
of the lotus in an era without pain,
the
Four-faced One is thus presented,33
to have a glimpse34
[of him].
Appearing
in the daylight35
with no difference in vision,36
of
four different natures,37
the thirty-three [gods],
and
the 9 X 238
[are there]
for those who acquire
the higher state.
They
appear
as though
the stars
were in bloom.
Or as a gathering of fishes,
like
wind,
moves across
the stormy [seas].
As a gust of wind
upon
a flame which is stoked up,
is just like these
Mighty Ones.
Or as a fire-kindling...
bolt
of lightening,
thunders like their voice.
Sublime
are
these Keepers of Justice,39
who heed [our] lamenting
and stand
at his side.
They
who hover
[up] in the sky
gather together
to see...
