Serving in reverence the munis
That resort to mountains and glades
Of fragrant flowers and cool bowers,
Standing in the path of yoga
That is eight limbed
Described by the holy book,
Mantra Malika of Tirumular,
Consigning the birth recurrent body
To be purified in
Lotus and other yogic postures,
Holding fast the breath
And sending up kundalini shakti
To reach the mystic moon sphere within,
Swilling the ambrosia
That trickles from the cranium top,
Knowing no sleep,
Seeking the eye of jnana
That is cosmic consciousness,
Attainaing an equable state of bliss
That knows neither One nor Two,
Will I see that consummation
Of my heart in this body?
Oh! Thou the Reality that eludes seeking!
The God of Knowledge that dwells in my thoughts!
Thou the Bliss Refulgent!