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Saddharshanam- The journey from Samsara to jñana

    மங்கல வெண்பா -2

    மரணபய மிக்குளவம்  மக்களர ணாக 

    மரணபவ மில்லா மகேசன் - சரணமே 

    சார்வர்தஞ்  சார்வொடுதாஞ் சாவுற்றார் சாவெண்ணஞ் 

    சார்வரோ சாவா தவர் 

    பதம் பிரித்தல்  

    மரணபயம்  மிக்கு உள அம்மக்கள் அரண் ஆக 

    மரண பவம்  இல்லா மகேசன் - சரணமே சார்வர்

    தம் சார்வொடு தாம் சாவுற்றார்; சாவு எண்ணம்  

    சார்வரோ சாவாதவர் 

मृत्युञ्जयंमृत्युिभयाश्रिताना

महंमितर्मृत्युमुपैितपूर्वम्।

अथस्वभावादमृतेषुतेषु

कथंपुनर्मृत्युिधयोऽवकाशः॥२॥

mṛtyuñjayaṃmṛtyubhiyāśritānā

mahaṃ-matir-mṛtyum-upaiti pūrvam।

atha svabhāvād-amṛteṣu 

teṣukathaṃpunar-mṛtyu-dhiyo'vakāśaḥ॥2


The journey from Samsara to jñana


The limited being is wanting

The fear of death is daunting 

The separation creates anxiety

The duality creates a sense of piety


Devotee is born from the fear

Surrenders in panic to the dear

The fundamental relationship is discovered

Simple conscious devotee is uncovered


Lord Shiva is the winner of mortality

Who protects everyone in totality

With devotion all roles are played

Just like a beggar actor in a role play 


The axe of knowledge removes the attachment

The superglue Ahankara undergoes detachment

The notion of body mind sense complex is dropped

The wrong identifications are completely chopped


The sublated Ahankara holds on to devotee status

Devotee has to be dropped from the Mandala lattice

There is no protection needed for anyone 

No second thing to fear from someone


There is no need to be saved

As there is no one is enslaved  

As the last frontier gets dismantled

Graduation happens as though channelled.

Swamini Svatmavidyananda Class -3 



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