And the route revealed
The young lass now voices
Marghazi’s fruits of vow …
Bathing this body
For the day to be born
Singing in honeyed praise
‘Purushothama’ is His glory’s name
The mightiest of the celestial men
They say
Three realms of being he touched
From earth to ether
While the king ‘Mahabali’ let his riches away.
In this vow
All shall receive the gift of rain
Not once or twice
But thrice a month in gain.
Fishes shall swim as tall as that
The meadows that touch
The blue in space.
While the ‘ Neithal’ flower shall lay to rest
The beetles that come its way
Our weary hands
In the cowsheds crowd
For the generous cow
To fill our vessels away.
2009 Srirangam Andal Alankaaram - Day 3
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