Arivunithi THIRUMANTHIRAM meaning english – Free download as PDF File the ancient culture, science and Tradition of tamilnadu. written by Thirumoolar. In concert with Babaji’s Kriya Yoga and Publications, Inc. of Canada, the Order is pleased to make this new translation and commentary available to the English. The Thirumandiram (Tirumantiram), by Siddha Tirumular is a sacred script, its transliteration in Roman characters, its English translation and a commentary.
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Devoid alike of rain and summer’s gift of dew Even the flashing lake had lost it’s vernal bloom Then did He in Sanskrit and Tamil at once, Reveal the rich treasure of His Compassion to our Lady Great. Siddhas they that Siva’s world here visioned, Nada and Nadanta deep in them realized, The Eternal, the Pure, reposing in Bliss unalloyed, – Thirty and Six the steps to Liberation leading.
Lamp Remained; Flame Englissh. Breath Control Activates Body. Blessings of Jnani’s Presence.
In a vain attempt to quell The confusion that ensued Hari rising bragged: From Kailas To Earth. Lord was he of our land, sole leader of our place, Mounted now on palanquin for the ultimate journey’s end; Mourners walked behind, clashing drums beat afore; Thus did the solemn show, in ample length, extend. His is the Cosmic Form that none know He is the infinite space that fills the universe; He is the space in the tiny pot too; Inseparable as water in milk He pervades all in union close; Impartial indeed His Goodness; Unwearied His bliss— I knew.
He is the Pure One. Longevity Gained by Breath Control. Lord Placed Divine Jnana in Cranium. The radiant moon that life animates into massive darkness turns; Why then speak of riches which no better fate can meet?
If the Heaven’s King, you unwaveringly seek, Like pouring clouds choicest treasures fall at your feet. God Creates From Within the Womb. The boy grows to youth, and youth as surely to old age decays, But time’s changes teach them not that nothing abides; And so, in ceaseless pursuit, His Sacred Feet, I seek Him who, transcending thirumanthigam world, beyond the universe presides. Himself as space and celstials stands, Himself as body, life and matter stands, Himself as sea, hill and dale stands, Himself-all worlds’ Lord Supreme.
How the Lord Destroyed Jalandhara. Now Available in a 5 volume hardbound version The Tirumandrima By Siddha Tirumular The Tirumandiram, by Siddha Tirumular is a sacred, monumental work of philosophical and spiritual wisdom rendered in verse form. They Perform not Dhyana. The infant-seed The damsel in her womb bore Nourished by bright thirumoollar That is fed by Sakti in Eye-brow Centre Grew, Beaming like the golden rays of rising sun Inside, it took form appropriate.
Consciousness hanging on to the senses five, Knowing not its course as on deep waters drifting, — Consciousness sensory merging in the Consciousness deep,- Thus He pointed the Tuirumanthiram, –He, the Guru Englisn.
In eighteen various tongues they speak The thoughts which Pandits alone know; The Pandits’ tongues numbering ten and eight Are but what the Primal Lord declared.
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Love and Siva are One. When in Siva’s temple worship ceases, Harm befalls the ruler; Scanty the rains; Theft and robbery abound in land, Thus did my Holy Nandi declare.
Two finger length above the anus Two finger length below the sex organ, Lies the Kundalini Fire If you can meditate on the light That burns there, You shall be one with Lord, Who all births destroys. When youth had danced its way to palsied age, Scarce the chance to fill the years with good deeds more and more; So while life still throbs, fix your mind on Nandi, Into whose spreading locks The holy waters of Ganga eternally pour.
The Lord was seated in Yoga His thoughts stilled in meditation deep; Lo! Listen to Words of Siva’s Glory.
Tirumandiram (Thirumandiram) by the Yoga Siddhar Tirumular (Thirumoolar)
Death strikes from life’s enchanted cup Honeyed delights of wife, cherished treasures of heart; Kinsmen bore him on bier to the common burning ghat, And the burden discharged hurried home, Having done their part. Do thread and tuft alone prove the Brahmin state? No roofing above nor standing ground below, Two legs to support and a central beam athwart, Rudely thatched on top but unlined within, An empty vessel, in Karmic garb enwrapt.
Tuft and Thread Alone do not Make a Brahmin. They dropped gold in sea, And looked hard for it in pond; Nothing indeed to match their folly; Within you is Nandi, Firm as rock of ages, Yet they know Him not, and seek Him not Lacking in Grace, they sure are. They Seek Merger in Lord. There is a way to vision the Lord, The Celestial Beings churned But with the mountain dark, And partook of ambrosia; But they climbed not The heights of the Mystic Mountain And partook not of ambrosia there flows, For, they possess not The unwavering mind That soars in Samadhi high.