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Thursday, March 1, 2018

Humble homage by translation

Humble homage by translation of a great homage before sun rise of today by

P.R.Ramachander

இருள் நீக்கியில்
பிறந்த ஒளியே!

Oh light who was born,

Out of remover of darkness

சாதி மத பேதங்கள்
சாடாததோர் சமூகம் உருவாக்க
இருள் நீக்கியில்
பிறந்த ஒளியே!

Oh light who was born,

Out of remover of darkness

For creating a community ,

Without differences of caste and religion

இன்று…
தரணியாளும் தயாபரன்
தர்ம ஸ்வரூபன்
தாயுமானவனாம்
வேதத்தேவனின் பெருஞ்சோதியில்
இரண்டற கலந்தனையோ
வேதக் கொழுந்தே!

Oh new growth from Vedas ,

Did you merge completly today,

In the light of the God of the Vedas ,

Who is personification of Dharma,

And who also became our mother

And who ruled over this earth

நேற்றைய இரவினில்
வெண்கொற்றக் குடையோடு
புரவியிலே அமர்ந்து
வீதியுலா வந்த வித்தகியாம்
அன்னை காமாக்ஷி
தன் நிழலில்கண்
இழைத்துக் கொண்டனளோ
ஜய இந்திர கலைவாணீ!

ஹே, சங்கரா!
சம்பூ!
சதாசிவா!

Did mother Kamakshi who is a magician, who came

On a procession sitting on a white horse,

And holding a white umbrella,

Merge you in her shadow ,

Oh Jayendra who is Goddess Saraswathi,

Oh Sankara , Oh Sambhu

Oh Sada Shiva

எம்மை விட்டுப்
என்றுமே பிரியமுடியாத
பல்வேறு விஷயங்களுள்
வெகுவானதே

There are many things that ,

Cannot go away from us at any time

நின் புன்சிரிப்பு முகமும்
புலகாங்கிதம் அடையச் செய்த
நின் அருளும் தாம்!

Your face filled with a sweet smile ,

Your blessings that made us

Ecstatic

என்றென்றும்
எம்மிலே நிறைவாகி…
எம்முள்ளே உயிராகி…
எம் செயலிலே தர்மமாகி…
எல்லாவற்றிலும் எதுவுமாகி
நிறைந்திருக்கும்
சிவ சோதிப் பொருளே!

Oh lustre Of Lord Shiva ,

Who filled us completly ,

Always and always ,

Who became our soul,

Who became Dharma in our action ,

Who became . why of everything

எந்தன்
சோடிக் கண்கள் சொரியும்
நீர்த்திவிளைகளில் கூட
நின் மகிழ்வு பொங்கு முகமும்
மனித நேயச் சந்ததமும்
நிறைந்திருக்கின்றதே!

Even in the water drops ,

Shed from the pair of my eyes .

Your face filled with ebbing smile,

And your humanity ,

Is always filled up

கூப்பிய எந்தன் கரங்களிலே
இணைந்து நிற்கின்ற
விரல்களில் கூட
நீவிர் விதைத்த தருமங்கள்
இனியும் தொடர்ந்து
மணம் வீச மட்டிலும்
அருள் தாருங்கள் ஸ்வாமீ!

Oh Lord please bless me ,

So that the dharma that you have sown,

Always exists , spreading incense,

When in my fingers clasped ,

In salute to you

ஹே குருநாதா
குவலத்தோர் வளமாய் வாழ
காமகோடியில் பூத்த
கற்பக விருட்ச மலரே!

நமஸ்காரம்!
நமஸ்காரம்!
நமஸ்காரம்!

குருவுண்டு – பயமில்லை; குறையேதும் இனியில்லை.

Hey lord like Guru,

Who is the flower of wish giving tree ,

Which flowered in the Kama koti,

So that the world would live properly

Salutations

SAlutations

When Guru is there , there is no fear and no wants

பெரியவா கடாக்ஷம் பரிபூர்ணம்

The graceful look of the great one is complete

சாணு புத்திரன்.

Saanu puthiran

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Our religion the Sanathana Dharma

Our religion the Sanathana Dharma (the beginning less thought process)

P.R.Ramachander

Adhi Sankara said there is only one and there is no two,

Saint Ramanuja said if one surrenders to another , there would be only one.

Saint Madhwa said one and one are different and would be two,

And most of the people could not understand all these differences

But their orthodox followers said , that they would prefer to do daily rituals ,

And also do homas and yagas to please the devas and Pithrys

AS told to them by the Vedas and at the end travel to the feet of God,

And they expected that they would be fed by the society at large .

Some others said that they would loose themselves and merge ,

In the God by constantly chanting the names of Gods or Goddesses,

Or meditating on the form of the god or goddess and losing themselves,

And they expected they would ultimately reach the God or Goddess

Some others said that by Yoga , the art of merging in God,

They would lift up themselves from the base qualities that control them,

Slowly and surely rise themselves in stages and reach the ultimate ,

And open the thousand petal lotus and merge with God .

But our great religion says to us again and again,

That the path to our God are really numerous .

And we are at liberty to follow the path that suits you,

And all those travellers in different paths would reach God

Ambitious nurture may become unwanted torture

P.R.Ramachander

( All middle class parents want to make their son rich and they want him to get , all that they did not get. Some times the children may feel that their father is not bringing them up but torturing them. I saw a tamil post to this effect by my friend Meena Rajan.Thanks to her)

A great writer delaing with family problems got an e mail,

It was written by a retired school teacher who had two sons,

One of them was in USA and the other was in Australia,

His problem was lonliness as he and his wife were living alone.

His wife had rheumatism and he had very severe chest congestion,

And their doctors adviced them not to go and live in those two cold places,

Their sons were not even coming to India once in two years ,

And even if they come , they used to leave within five days.

And in those five days , they hardly spent five hours with parents,

And they told , All the time our sons live in India , they read your books,

Can you please advice our children , how much their parents are suffering .

WE do not want anything from them but we want them to talk with us.”

I read the e mail again and again and forwarded to their son,

And within a week, I got a reply from him , explaining his stand.

“I have lived in TRichy with my parents , for twenty two years but I do not have ,

Any attachment with that town or with my parents.”

He continued ‘Possibly even before I was born , my father ,

Had decided that I should become an engineer and possibly,

With that aim right from LKG days he was teaching me ,

All the twenty four hours and mother also taught us some times.”

“I do not have any memory of my childhood other than studies,

I had to study on Sundays, during festivals and during vacations.

Nowadays when I do not get sleep , I some times try to think,

Of my child hood days and not even a joyful incidents pops in my mind.”

“I some times try to search even for sad incidents so that I can,

Have mental contact with my father , but I failed to find any.

My school was worse than my home as it was a private convent.

WE would be watched , taught and punished , every minute we were in school.”

“I was not allowed to do anything but studies, no play , no reading ,

And nothing whatsoever and I was made an expert in learning ,

BY heart all that in the book and vomiting them out with great efficiency,

In the tests and in places where I was asked about it.”

“Only after I completed my graduate in engineering and reached,

USA , I came to know that there are many things apart from studies,

And human life was full of joy , friendship and relationship,

And my life changed and I loved that life and hated my earlier life..”

“When I am come for a visit, within a day , I feel I am in an align town,

And want to get out of that hell as soon as possible but yes,

WE have affection and respect to our parents but to me,

They appear, yet another two oldies , whom we did not know.”

“Durinng the twenty two years I was with them they have not ,

Talked any thing except our future as well as our studies and even now ,

All they want to know is our salary , savings and warning us,

Not to spend money , b not buy books and not go to restaurentts.”

Please tell us , can we talk with those bores more than half an hour.

However much acting we may try to do , how can we talk to them.

How can we live in an alien town with alien people for long.

WE try our best , more than five days we cannot stay with them .”

I forwarded his reply to his parents and they wrote to me ,

A sorrowful letter blaming their son as irresponsible,

Ungrateful , inhuman , greatly selfish and an idiot.”

And I wrote to them a very short letter to make things clear.

“Childhood is the time of joy , when games have to be played ,

When festivals have to be celebrated, when harmless chichat,

With friends and relations to be done but you did not allow ,

Them to have the joy of childhood and they would blame you for it.”

Truth Takes you near God

P.R.Ramachander

(Read it in face book.Supposed to be from the talk of the great THiru muruga Krupananda Variar swamigal .He is well known to his ability to tell great ideas in simple words)

One sage went to a new town,

That sage had a very great problem,

Because he would take meals ,

Only in a house where truth is spoken,

He asked the people of the town ,

To show him a man who always spoke truth,

And they said that Ramu a;lways spoke truth,

And the sage went to Ramu’s home.

Ramu welcomed the sage in a hospitable way,

He fell at the sages feet, welcomed him,

And invited him for food but sage said,

“I would like to know more about you before that.”

He asked Ramu, “How much wealth are you having?”

Ramu said , “eighty thousand rupees only.”

Saint asked Ramu, “How many children do you have?’

He said , “Only one” and the sage asked “how old are you?”

Ramu said , “three years and nine months only” and invited sage for meals

The sage got very angry and said, “ You are a liar and so I will not take your food.”

Ramu said ,. “ I never tell a lie and showed his account book,

And there it was clearly written , he had ten lac rupees.”

The sage shouted him , “Liar” and Ramu said, “No sir , not at all”

“Out of the amount , I have spend only eighty thousand in charities,

And I consider that only the money spent in charities is mine,

For it would be with me now and also after I die.”

The sage said “I would like to see your son “ and Ramu said,

“Four sons were born to me , but I do have only one son and ,

I will show him “ and then he called “Hey Nataraja cpme here”

And they heard a voice “I am bisy playing cards and so I cannot come”

He then called “Krishnaa” and some one shouted “Fool keep quietr”

He then called “Govindaa” and one boy came out and threw a stone at him,

He then called “HeyRamaswami” and one boy came and asked him,

Softy, “What can I do father?” and Ramu said . “He is my son, others are not”

The sage asked “What about your age?. You cannot prove that.”

Ramu said”Sir, I daily spend only one and half hours for praying God,

And the rest on very many useless things and I am sixty five years now.

Till my fifth year I did not pray God and so i have lived 3 years 9 months only.”

The sage understood that Ramu was a teller of truth only ,

Because he considered what he gave as wealth ,

He considered the son who obeyed him as his son,

And tome spent in service of God as his sage and took meals in his home.

Monday, February 26, 2018

The bluff of a cloth merchant

Translated by

P.R,Ramachander

My scholarly friend Vasu Iyengar in post has mentioned,

This is a poem written by a Tamil poet who sang this to his wife,

When she complained that the colour of the sari which she purchased,

From a great cloth merchant faded.I enjoyed it .Hope you too will.

The lies told by the priest , the lies told by the poets,

The lies learnt by prostitutes who are desirous of money,

The lies told by the goldsmith without any emotion ,

Are not even quarter of the bluffs told by cloth merchant.

”பூசாரி பொய்யும் புலவோர் உரைத்த பொய்யும்

காசாசை வேசியர்கள் கற்ற பொய்யும் _ கூசாமல்

தட்டான் உரைத்த பொய்யும் ஜவுளிக் கடைப் பொய்க்குக்

கட்டாது கால் வரிசை காண்

Saturday, February 24, 2018