5. Saddharshanam - Five loci of errors

Verse 5.

உடல்பஞ்ச கோச வுருவதானா லைந்து

முடலென்னுஞ் சொல்லி லொடுங்கு - முடலன்றி

யுண்டோ வுலக முடல்விட் டுலகத்தைக்

கண்டா ருளரோ கழறு

பதம் பிரித்தல்

உடல் பஞ்ச கோச உரு; அதானால் ஐந்தும்

உடல் என்னும் சொல்லில் ஒடுங்கும் - உடல் அன்றி

உண்டோ உலகம்? உடல் விட்டு உலகத்தைக்

கண்டார் உளரோ? கழறு .

5. Five loci of errors

Food is the source for this body

Food is the basis for us to embody

Breath is what makes us live

Breath can make one thrive

Sound is not called a sound

When ears are not around

Sense organs perceive sense objects

Entire world is evident to cerebral cortex

Taste buds go through intense detox

Then they begin tea tasting work

Sense organs need the support of mind

They function with that help behind

Śadjama brings out all seven notes

World comes out from subjective anecdotes

The transactions begins with interactions

The divisions begins with relations

There is no world without the five senses

There is no action without the five organs

Let senses perform action at the prelature

The loci of modification is their nature

Five loci where errors are possible

Guru unfolds to make them cognoscible

Swamini Svatmavidyanadaji Class 11

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