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Tirumal INVOCATION SONG 1

1-5 Oh: The Almighty Absolute Lord narayana The broad chest is the abode for the Goddess of wealth! Over thy crown, canopying are the thousand spread-hoods of aticetan Terror striking they are with fire spitting might! As palatëvaé Thou hoist the elephant standard- blemishless like white conch On the tall bamboo pole, Thou hast a sharp plough share wearing Thou a unikulai

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On Thou possessing karutan standard The eye win the shining lotus! Thy body defeats fresh kaya bloom The chest is the loving abode of the wealth Goddess The Jewel on they chest is studded with kautapa Gem Thou Wearest a Golden Garment like a fire on a black hill Out of Thy grace Thou positioned Thy right the scriptural truth of the virtuous and skilful tongued which expatiates the rites of Thy worship.

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Inebriated of ignorance came they before Thee, declaring ‘we will fight!’ Thou vanquished their might with crowning victory, Oh our Blemishless Lord: Thou the father of k¢maé and c¢maé Thou wearing shining jewels Even for the doubtless seers Thy history is beyond comprehension: Such is Thy greatness, How is it possible to attempt for the poor me?

33-36 We know that Thy origin is beyond our ken of knowledge, But our divine love towards Thy Holy feet Is really of a very high calibre Hence our staggering attempt at the in-effable, Hold Thee not ours as too insignificant to consider Oh! Thou Tiru abiding chested fair! Shower Thy Grace on us.

37-48 Thou are the virtue Zealously cherished by anta´ar. Thou art the Divine Grace of protection to Thy devotees. To the strengthless to tread Your path, Thou art the Fortitude! To our enemies, Thou art their vexing fear! As the Glories of the beautiful sky Showering brilliance Thou art the cool moon! and effulgent burning Sun! Thou art verily the fire headed unequalled Lord the god of annihilation with unsurpassed might. Thou art His very act of dissolution Thou art the vëd¢s and the meyyu´arvu resplendent of all blessings and bliss with doubtless vision: Thou art the Lord of Creation residing on cosmic Flower Thou art the very fragrance of flower! yes His creations! Thou art the clouds circumambulating to right. Thou art the space in the sky Thou art the Earth! Thou art the imayam

49 - 54 As thou cannot therefore be compared as such and such As we find no peers to Thee As the fore-most Thou holdest the Golden Disc On Thy right as the might to protect all the lives. With Thy fame Thou art comparable to Thy self.

55 - 61 Thy fame has no comparison. Hence it compares Itself! Thy garb compares with gold. Thou hast the right-spiral-conch! Thou hast the Disc! With the fame of smashing and winning Those who mocked at Thee! The body is like a bathed blue sapphire, resplendent! Thou passessest limitless fame! Thy chest is fairness itself.

62 -65 Like these Happy hearted that we are with our loving kith and kin before Thee the great teacher of vëd¢s Gathering and seeking refuge in Thy holy feet We sing and praise and exult Long live Thy feet for ‘Eternity’ -	Anonymous-