- The crow left its signature “Ka ka” sound and instead calls “Self Self”. The rooster crows “śhiva-śhiva” to wake up folks in all eight directions. The peacocks with beautiful feathers are jumping with joy and announcing through their raspy voice the glorious appearance of the Lord of liberation today. When the three worlds were immersed in water, the Lord who is eternally established in the munblemished Self drained the water by creating a vortex and saved the worlds. In the place where Lord Shiva created the vortex[1], today, the universal Guru Lord Ramana's visitation to earth happened (in the star of Punarvasu). Oh our revered Lord Ramana! we pray and praise your birth on this day and shine.
- Have you not heard the peacock’s call, echoing “Who am I?” forever? In the glorious light 6f the sun, all illusory darkness vanishes. The clouds and birds of the sky sing, “Oh liberated one!” And with joyous sounds, the cow calls to the Self, to the Atman. Within its own Self, the ever-shining golden Arunachala plunges deep. The grace and presence of Bhagavan always sing in the language of silence. Oh Venkata, the compassionate one, seated in the Self, please bless me to immerse in the bliss of abiding in the Self, my self-effulgent Lord!
- When karmic termites overpower and gnaw, motivated by false philosophy and desires, I live on this earth immersing in thoughts. For this lowly deluded soul, with heart melting compassion, you bestowed the stream of your resounding teaching to get hold of the Self, which is to get hold of you. To attach to you and to lose my ego and to immerse in the unblemished truth, Oh Venkata, to attach to your feet that destroys the venom of the Karmic termite hill, please release the bolt of my sleep and awaken me, Oh my Lord!
- Similar to the bamboo shoot that grows up to touch the clouds, but eventually touches the dirt on the earth as it faces the sickle, my swelling ego will also burst into pieces. Still the game of lies that I play is — never over. When will the growing bamboo, that is I - the ego - die? When will the grace filled sickle of yours cut that? I know that you are the broad-shouldered bearer of this entire universe, Oh Venkata! Even for a moment, will you make my eyes blossom and wake me up from this sleep, Oh my Lord!
- I sank deep into my desires and drowned in a deluge of suffering. Being a fool, I stooped low and dwelled in worldly impurities. Yet by Your grace, O Lord, I did not fall to pieces. You protected me and bestowed upon me the inquiry “Who am I?” — to churn within and reach the final non-dual state - Kaivalya. That question, which has no verbal answer, alone grants liberation to all who truly ask, It will reveal the dancing Lord who dances as “I” within our hearts. O Venkata, now is the moment to illumine me and let me find the shining Self; to engulf me with the blaze of Your grace and burn away all my impurities, O my Lord!
- I have a mind that latches onto anger. I have adamancy. With the ever-increasing selfishness I concoct deceit. I defy rules. I use fake sweet words and plead. I tangle myself in relationships. I shrink with the fear of suffering everyday. I wither. I claim and seek this earthly life of poison to be the ambrosia. I consume what the five senses of my body perceive and swoop down to the lowest state. In spite of all these I came to You seeking refuge under Your feet. Oh Venkata! With Your infinite grace, You still opened the inner eyes of this blind person. What an enveloping compassion, O my Lord!
- I, who am bound by attachment to wealth, relationships, and objects, cling to them with desire. Like a monkey that thrusts its hand into a smail trap to seize a large mango, and cannot withdraw its hand because it will not release what it holds, I too, through dullness of mind, get caught and come to ruin. Through Your gaze You confront me with the question, “Who is it that is bound?”, and by that encounter, You teach me to look inwards. O embodiment of ripened compassion, to mature in my seeking, I bow to You, O Ramana. By Your unbound grace, cut away my knot of attachment and set me free, O my Lord.
- My throat chokes tight; sorrow surges and swells; My head droops low; my whole body trembles; My head pulses with pain as if struck by thunder; My indestructible mind aches beyond bearing; Outside, there exists not a single soul as kin for me to turn to. To shatter this grief to dust, to erase its very trace, to turn within, melt and dissolve, to soften this stone-like heart and loosen, O mountain! You pour down with Your clouds of compassion! O Ramana! The bond I have claimed with You alone is my fortress, O my Lord!
[1] Tiruchuḷi or Thiruchuzhi