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9. Saddharshanam - The placid lake

 Verse 9.

 இரட்டை கண் முப்புடிக ளென்று மொன்று பற்றி 

யிருப்பவா மவ்வொன்றே தென்று -கருத்தினுட் 

கண்டார் கழலுமவை கண்டவ ரேயுண்மை 

கண்டார் கலங்காரே காண் 

பதம் பிரித்தல் 

இரட்டைகள் முப்புடிகள் என்றும்  ஒன்று பற்றி 

இருப்பவாம்  அவ் ஒன்று  ஏது  என்று -கருத்தினுள்  

கண்டாரல்  கழலும் அவை கண்டவரே உண்மை 

கண்டார்; கலங்காரே காண்

द्वन्द्वानि सवार्ण्यखिलास्त्रपुट्यः

 किञ्चित्समाश्रित्या विभान्तितवस्तु ।

तन्मागर्णे स्याद्गिलतं समस्तं

न पश्यतां सच्चलनं कदापि ॥ ९ ॥

dvandvāni sarvāṇyakhilās-tripuṭyaḥ 

kiñcit-samāśritya vibhānti vastu। 

tanmārgaṇe syād-galitaṃ samastaṃ 

na paśyatāṃ sac-calanaṃ kadāpi ॥ 9 ॥

9. The placid lake

The Universe is full of opposite forces

They repel and react with full force

Ātmā; Anātmā, Dharmā; Adharmā

Dyads continue according to Karmā


The triads also occupy the electoral college

Knower, known, and means of knowledge

A bridge between earthquake and quicksand

That is the truce between the choices 


Jīvā is unable to let go due to familiarity

Just like the carnivorous plant barbarity

The intense pressure to take sides takeover

The relative reality is covered as pullover


They are bubbles and foams that come to surface

Deep diving will get to the true undersurface

The concepts of good and bad shine because of  'I'

The dyads and triads cannot withstand enquiry


In the abstract process of searching 

The dyads and triads melt away lurching

Self abides in the unchanging canvas screen 

Lending itself to all divisions with a sheen 


The seer is gone, the seeing is gone, the sight is gone

But 'I' is not opposed to any of them in particular

The beauty of that true consciousness shines

The placid lake without movement remains 


Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji class 17 






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