Just for His Majesty..
Often I have wondered whether one can contemplate on and be in utter love with God..
forgetting himself..
without any demands or desires..
just for the love of that Divine being..
just for His grandeur..
Though a believer, I am a skeptic..
I strongly believe that we are after God because He will help us out and do favours, just as a return for our praises and servility..
I have been so all my life..
Because I am a realist
But I was listening to a group of simple people walking along the streets in the morning
singing the praises of the Lord..
on the last day of Margazhi..
It was simple singing
no grand ragams and musical efforts and sangathis..
But it touched my vitals..
My mind and brain reeled with wonder and awe..
How great is my Lord!
We can just live on,
without any other thoughts,,
just describing His gradeur..
we can even leave this body singing His praise..
Nothing else is necessary..
but a mental vision of His grandeur..
Narayana te Namo Namo.
नारायण ते नमो नमो भव नारदसन्नुत नमो नमो
मुरहर नगधर मुकुन्द माधव
गरुडगमन पङ्कजनाभ
परमपुरुषभवभञ्जन ते नमो-- केशव
नरमृगशरीर नमो नमो
जलधिशयन रविचन्द्रविलोचन
जलरुहभव नुत चरनयुग
बलिबन्धर गोवर्धन वल्लभ--धऱ्अक
नलिनोदर ते नमो नमो
आदिदेव सकलागमपूजित
यादवकुल मोहनरूपा
वेदोद्धर तिरुवेङ्कटनायक
नादप्रिय ते नमो नमो
नारायण ते नमो नमो
nārāyaṇa te namo namo bhava nāradasannuta namo namo
murahara nagadhara mukunda mādhava
garuḍagamana paṅkajanābha
paramapuruṣabhavabhañjana te namo-- keśava
naramṛgaśarīra namo namo
jaladhiśayana ravicandravilocana
jalaruhabhava nuta caranayuga
balibandhara govardhana vallabha--dharaaka
nalinodara te namo namo
ādideva sakalāgamapūjita
yādavakula mohanarūpā
vedoddhara tiruveṅkatanāyaka
nādapriya te namo namo
nārāyaṇa te namo namo
My pranams to you Narayana..
you who are the creater of all..
and who is praises ever by Narada the sage..
You the destroyer of the demon Mura
You the one who lifted the mountain with a single finger
You Mukunda, the precious gem,
Mukunda the giver of escape from worldly woes
You Madhava,
the master of mother Lakshmi,
you the sweet one, as sweet as honey
You who revels in flying atop the eagle Garuda
You who has a beautiful lotus growing on your navel
You the supreme being.. the primordial purusha..
you destroyer of all sins and suffering.
You the slayer of demon Keshi..
you who has beautifuly blak hair
You the one who took the shape of a man and a lion together.. the Narasimha
You who sleeps on the bed of Ananda the AdiSesha floating on the milky ocean
You who has the Sun and the Moon for your two eyes
You the one whose pair of feet is worshipped by Brahmadeva who is born on a lotus
You who was born of a dwarf,
begged a little piece of land from Mahabali,
grew to measure cover the whole universe as trivikrama..
and tied Bali with the noose of Varuna for His failure ot keep his promise of gift
You who are the master of the simple persons who grew cattle.. and
You who manifested yourself as the mountain Govardhana
and carried it too as if it were an umbrella
You who shines with a beautiful lotus sprouting from your belly
You the first and foremost, primordial Lord
You who are worshpped by all the scriptures like Vedas and Agamas
You the enchanting prince born in the clan of Yadavas..
You the one who lifted and rescued the sacred texts.. Vedas from deep recesses of the Sea of deluge..
in your manifestation as the great Matsya.. the fish.
You the supreme Lord of Thiruvengada.. the Seven Hills
You the lover of music.. lover or rhythms..
Pranams to Naryaya.. you Narayana
Annamacharya.. and Purandara must have seen the Lord in all His Grandeur when they sang like this..
Why, even the silly human beings that we are could be elevated to ectasy visualizing this imposing stature of our Lord..
Yes, we should get some chance to Love our Lord..
even without thinking what we are doing..
or what we are expecting in return..
Just Sing His praise because
He is so beautiful,
He is so Grand..
So lovely..
He is unique.. without any comparison.
annamayya and purandara give us such a chance..
Krishna I love you..
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