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7. Saddharshanam - I am this Brahman alone

Verse  7. 

உலகறிவு மொன்றா யுதித்தொடுங்கு மேனு 

முலகறிவு தன்னா லொளிரு -முலகறிவு 

தோன்றி மறை தற்கிடனாய்த் தோன்றி மறை யாதொளிரும் 

பூன்றமா  மஃதே பொருள் 

பதம் பிரித்தல் 

உலகு அறிவு ஒன்றா உதித்து ஒடுங்குமேனும்  

உலகு அறிவு தன்னால்  ஒளிரும்  -உலகு அறிவு 

தோன்றி மறைதற்கு இடனாய் தோன்றி மறையாது ஒளிரும் 

பூன்றமாம்  அஃதே பொருள்


धिया सहोदेति धियास्तमेति

 लोकस्ततो धीप्रिवभास्य एषः । 

धीलोकजन्मक्षयधाम पूर्ण
सद्वस्तु जन्मक्षयशन्यू मेकम् ॥ ७ ॥

dhiysahodeti dhiystam-eti
lokas-tato dh-pravibhsya ea। 

dh-loka-janma-kaya-dhma praṃ 

sad-vastu janma-kaya-śūnyam-ekam 7

7. I am this Brahman alone

In the morning,  I recognize myself in the heart 

which is the source of all existence,

which is awareness itself and 

which is by nature joyful.

I recognize the 'I' which is the goal 

of the most exalted of sages.

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.


I recognize this 'I' as myself 

which is neither the sleeper, 

nor the dreamer, nor the waker

but which lends its sentience to all three 

without being any one of them.

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.


I recognize myself as the knower of all three states

and as the all pervasive Brahman

that is not subject to change,

increase or decrease.

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.


My world wakes up with me

My worries may line up in the queue 

I may say not so fast, I need coffee

But they demand, 'feed me first with toffee'

I will remind myself ,

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.


Desires can never be fullfilled

Likes and dislikes can never be distilled

Let me be with myself before they wake up

Let me meditate before they shake up

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.


I recognize the 'I' at the beautiful dawn

I am in the ananda moment like a swan

I enjoy the so called fourth state 

I open the mind through the beautiful gate 

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.


I say the prayer bright and early 

during the Sandhi which neither this nor that

I cut off the personal cloud , no more puddle

I allow the true nature of myself to cuddle

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.

Swamini Svatmavidyanada Class 14 



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