010 Thiruvenkaṭam

  1. O lord, you who crossed the ocean and fought and killed the king of Lanka surrounded by oceans stay in the majestic Thiruvenkaṭam hills, worshiped by the gods in the sky. I am your slave. Remove my troubles.

  2. O lord, you who are adorned with a thulasi garland, fought and destroyed the clan of Rakshasas and the king of Lanka and raised your Garuda banner stay in the Thiruvenkaṭam hills that has tall peaks. Give me your grace.

  3. You are sweet nectar. You, my father, who swallowed the whole world and the ocean with its abundant water and rested on a beautiful soft fresh banyan leaf stay in the famous Thiruvenkaṭam hills. I am your slave. Give me your grace.

  4. You, the god of the gods who stole the fragrant butter from the uri and ate it as if it were nectar, and took the form of a dwarf, measured the world and the sky with your two feet stay in the Thiruvenkaṭam hills with peaks that touch the sky. I am your slave. Give me your grace.

  5. You, the god of the tall majestic Thiruvenkaṭam hills, took the form of a pillar, split it open, emerged from it in the form of a man-lion and killed the Asuran Hiranyan. Your arrows never fail to hit their targets. Protect me.

  6. The matchless god, my king who himself is me, saved me from never-ending births on the earth and gives me his sweet grace. He stays in the Thiruvenkaṭam hills where clouds float with shining lightning- and he is my dear father and he is in my heart.

  7. You are as sweet as honey and you have hands strong as mountains. You who killed the seven bulls opposing them to marry the doe-eyed Nappinnai stay in rich Thiruvenkaṭam hills. O my king, you live in my heart.

  8. Our lord is far and near and he, the Māyan stays in my heart. I know nothing except the feet of the cowherd who stays in the divine Thiruvenkaṭam hills where white pearls shining like diamonds spill out, splitting open the bamboo.

  9. You, our father, our Nambi, our cintamani, are a bright light that never diminishes. You came to me, entered my heart and abide there. O god of the Thiruvenkatam hills, sfrom now on I will not leave you ever.

  10. Kaliyan, the poet with strong mountain-like arms composed a garland of pāsurams praising the dear sapphire-colored god of the Thiruvenkaṭam hills where many hunters with bows live. If devotees learn these pāsurams and praise him they will become gods in heaven.