The Only True Fear

Poetic RenderingDoes the elephant fear the mahout’s goad?No though mighty, it bears him lightlyand obeys without trembling.But before the lion, it quakes.So too, O Kudalasangamadeva:I do not fear the king,nor…

The Serpent in the Heart

Poetic RenderingCan a serpent be killedby beating the ground around its hole?What use are fierce austeritieswhen the mind still wanders impure?When inner faith breaks,every effort falls to dust.Kudalasangamadevawithout purity in…

The Rightful Heir

Poetic RenderingThe tiger’s milkis meant only for its cubnever for the grass-eating deer.The warrior’s amulet and armorbelong to the bravenot to the timid at heart.So too, O Kudalasangamadeva,to those of…

The Unadorned Heart

Poetic RenderingA scissor’s edge in the heart,and nectar on the tonguesee the contradiction!“I sing for Śiva!I dance for Śiva!I fast and keep every vigil!”so declares the restless mind.Yet I remain…

The Crumbling Mask

Poetic RenderingLike a cracked wall ready to crumble,so is this body and this mind of mine.Flattery makes me proud,but a single harsh word breaks me.I sway in every wind,and mock…