Love shared..

This I wrote in bits and pieces.. the psalm itself  was read from an open Bible while waiting for my friend to get ready.. The page inspired me to think of the words and write something.. Weaned.. but not orphaned.. were the thoughts that were going on for a few days..Google searched to get the psalm.

photo courtesy - Sri raam kalingarayar.

My heart is not proud O lord,

My eyes are not haughty,

I do not concern myself  with great matters.

Or things too wonderful for me

But I have stilled and quietened my soul

Like a weaned child with its mother,

Like a weaned child is my soul within me..

Psalm 131

 I do not know, how far those words apply for me..have I stilled and quietened my soul? Do I not concern myself with matters which are great, desires which are materialistic? when I think of that, I remember another pasuram by Nammazhwar.. somehow I connected both the shepherd and the cowherd..the english translation too written sometime back while sitting simply in clinic..

Love shared..

Weaned, but not orphaned,

Held, but not burdened

Loved ,and so set free

Bond unseen, like roots of a tree

Cast, answered, by a rolling dice

Of fate, which wrought some joy and vice..

Always but, you did hold in place

A mere pawn though, safe and cared.

The hands are but of your own grace..

That plays and mocks,  and the  love shared..

The Nammazhwar pasuram..

' கையார் சக்கரத்தென்  கருமாணிக்கமே !' என்றென்று 

பொய்யே கைம்மை சொல்லி புறமே புறமேயாடி 

மெய்யே பெற்று  ஒழிந்தேன் : விதிவாய்க்கின்று  காப்பாரார்?

ஐயோ! கண்ணபிரான் அரையோ இனிப்போனாலே ..

நம்மாழ்வார் 

"Disc adorned lord, My dear  black pearl"

My tastes lie low, In vain I praise thou.,

My false love you claim, To flaunt as pure and true.

My heart is locked with yours, In divine grace and bliss

Will I stop the flow? lest others? stop this Love?

Could I cease to bond? 'Kanna!' my dear, My lord!

Nammazhwar.

I thought there were not much mystic poems in tamil.. Haven't read Rumi In Persian, Don't know the meanings of Abhangs.. But these 4000 verses, still sung in some temples, though with some mechanical recitation, captivates when read and savoured alone..

Probably religion also is a sort of exaltation., when will I become sober?