To live on this earth, I sell like a fruit vendor

Poetic Rendering

Like the child growing in the womb
hidden, helpless, sustained by another
so do I live in this world,
selling the perishable to keep myself alive.
Making ends meet, I bargain with life itself;
each day leaves me poorer in spirit,
and so I come to Your doorstep in fear of falling.
What is it that must be cast off?
What is it that still clings small and petty within me?
Only You know, O Koodalasangamadeva.
Outwardly I trade to fill my stomach,
but the vast hunger inside
is nourished only by Your grace.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

Sustain the shadow, not the dream.

Within the womb of worlds, I’m held,

While in the market, I’m compelled.

This petty hunger You alone can fill

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