THIRU ARUL PA

                     (THE SONG OF DIVINE GRACE)

Quick-silver draws gold into itself;
The full moon laps up darkness;
And the golden light of the moon
Is swallowed up by the sun;
Fire, encircling, fierce, eats up even iron strong;

The waters of the sea
Drinking in all the salt
Even so, when, Oh Lord,
When wilt thou, a million million suns,
Swallow me up? Oh, when?
Poor me, I cry and weep and wither
And yet in  Thy heart, there is no pity.
When wilt thou in Thy Grace
Turn to me, when?
Oh, Lord Supreme, seated at the foot of the banyan
Thou,One, of bliss the form,
Life of my life, transcendent Siva.