Guest guest Posted April 23, 2007 Report Share Posted April 23, 2007 Om Namah Sivaya Tiru-Navukkarasar Nayanar Saint Tirunavukarasar lived in South India in the eighth century. Calling himself the servant of the servants of Siva, he loved to clean the paths in front of temples and carried a tool for the task. He wrote holy hymns that are sung today by millions. Devaram of Appar (Tiru-Navukkarasar Nayanar) "A rogue I was who wasted life's precious days in useless service, till I began the search; and then lo, I saw Him who bade me know the wisdom, that inseparable is Hewithin the seeker's heart. So amazed I was that I burstinto peals of laughter." St. Appar. IV. 75.3 "This body is the temple and the wayward mind a bondsman,Truth is the incantation and the heart chimes the peals,Vibrating in praise of the symbolic form in formless Lingam;Immersed in milk and ghee and the waters of devotion,Thus do we offer our soulful worship to the Lord within." St. Appar IV. 76.4. "The moving water He made stand unmoving in His hair;And He my thoughtless heart hath fixed in thought of Himalone;He taught me that which none can learn, what none can seelaid bare;What tongue tells not He told; me He pursued and madeHis own.The spotless Pure, the holy One, my fell disease He healed,And in Punturutti to me, e'en me, Himself He revealed. --St. Appar. VI.43.1. Thou to me art parents, Lord,Thou all kinsmen that I need,Thou to me art loved ones fair,Thou art treasure rich indeed.Family, friends, home art Thou.Life and joy I draw from Thee;False world's goods by Thee I leave.For gold, pearl and wealth art Thou to me. --St. Appar. VI 95.1. "No man holds sway o'er us,Nor death nor hell fear we;No tremblings, griefs of mind,No pains nor cringings see.Joy, day by day, unchangedIs ours, for we are His,His ever, who doth reign,Our Sankara, in bliss.Here to His Feet we've come,Feet as fair as flowerets fresh;See how His ears divineRing and white conch shells wear. --St. Appar. VI.98.1. When on life's angry waves I launch,My heart's the raft I take with me.My mind's the pole I lean upon,Vexations freight I bear to sea.Alas, I strike upon the rock of desire.Then, I become so dazed and witless,That I pray to grant me, Lord of VottiyurThe will to pine for thy sustaining Grace." St. Appar. IV. 46.2. Sivaya Namah Answers - Got a question? Someone out there knows the answer. Try it now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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