Poetic RenderingIf a man twists a humble cotton wickand boasts, “This flame is mine, for I prepared the wick!”let him grasp the fire once,and see whether it spares his hand.The…
Poetic RenderingWhen fire itself becomes the ground,who can stand firm upon it?When the earth trembles beneath the feet,where is a stable place to rest?When the bull drinks the water meant…
Poetic RenderingI do not want them,I do not want themthose who are not Your Sharanas.I do not want them,I do not want themeven if they are learned in every scriptureand…
Poetic RenderingIf for endless ages you perform penance,is a single day’s worship of the Linga not enough?If you worship the Linga for ages,is a single day’s service to the Guru…
Poetic RenderingWhen my eyes overflowed, they ceased to see anything but You.When my ears overflowed, they ceased to hear anything but Your name.When my hands overflowed, they ceased to do…
Poetic RenderingI wither, O Lord, with none to see me with Your eyes.I falter, O Lord, with none to speak Your words with me.I am poor, O Lord, with none…
Poetic RenderingBrothers, why look onlyinto a Linga polished bright like a mirror?Seethe Jangama tooshines with the same radiance,for in the moving formthe Living Lord walks before you.The still linga in…
Poetic RenderingMy father is Madara Chennayya,my elder is Dohara Kakkayya.My younger is Kannayya,my brother is Kinnari Bommayya.O Koodalasangayya, tell mewho then is left as my kin? The poet declares his…
Poetic RenderingLet me hold my devotionas a warrior holds his swordunfaltering, unyielding.Though my very bones may rattleand the body falter on the path,still let my resolve not break.And if in…
Poetic RenderingThe thief, trapped by his fate,the snake-charmed man lost in worldly lures,the warrior who walks between truth and dangerin all of them, the Linga burns quietly within.If I fail…