Poetic RenderingDo not fault me, O Lord,for this noble birth I did not choose.You have placed me among Your saintsKakkayya, Channayya, Dasayyaand what weight has lineage before such light?Will Kakkayya…

Poetic RenderingA sword in one hand,flesh in the other,lips stained with liquorcan such a one claim the Linga?No, the Linga they wearrests only on the surface,not within the heart.I call…

Poetic RenderingIf a stone rests in water for ages,does it ever soften, Lord?So too, what use is worshipwhen the heart remains unchanged?Like a treasure buriedunder the guard of a dark…

Poetic RenderingMy mind leaps like a restless monkey,chasing the body’s fleeting pleasures.Lost in illusions, I wanderedseeking what fades,grasping what wounds,and harvesting only sorrow.To You, O Koodalasangamadeva,I have clung to what…

Poetic RenderingMy devotion is smaller than a mustard seed,yet they call me saint, they call me timeless one.Lord, what fault of mine invites such praise?Can fruit be plucked before it…