May the morn’s light
Peep form all sides
On the palace that is all lit
With fragrance all around.
Rise from that soft bed you rest
Oh her brother’s born
The one that nursed me in her womb so long
Pray, you unfasten the doors carved in gems.
Could you not lift your child
Oh aunt of mine
From such slumber of length
And the one such in depth
Is she dumb Or is she deaf
Fettered to her bed is she ?
Charmed by some magic spell is she ?
To chant His names of praise
We learnt by rote for years by gone
His name, whose deeds of mystery
Could be reached by Him alone
‘Madhavan’ is His name
‘Vaikunthan’ is also He
To resound in praise His glory’s names
Will she not now leave her sleep?
2010 Srirangam Andal Alankaaram
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