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Subramanian.R

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Sri Sankara Vijayam - 14
« on: August 01, 2009, 12:52:54 PM »
Bhaja Govindam continues.....

9. Day follows day, night follows night,
New moon, full moon, ever returning;
Summer and winter see the planet
Ever inclining on its axis;
Year follows year unfailingly.
But, through a changeless law of recurrence
Grips the world in relentless sway.
Still there is none who dare abandon
Expectation's empty promise.
Worship Govinda, Worship Govinda,
Worship Govinda, foolish one!
Rules of grammar profit nothing
Once the hour of death draws nigh.

10.  Youth being fled, what good is passion?
Water gone, what use is the lake?
Where to be found our friends and kinsmen
Once the money is all exhausted?
Where is the world, when Truth is known?
Worship Govinda, Worship Govinda,
Worship Govinda, foolish one!
Rules of grammar profit nothing
Once the hour of death draws nigh.

11. Lust at the sight of a woman's body
Springs from ignorance, springs from error;
Inwardly reason, over and over,
Bodies are flesh and blood and fat.
Worship Govinda, Worship Govinda,
Worship Govinda, foolish one!
Rules of grammar profit nothing
Once the hour of death draws nigh.

12. Who am I?  And who are you?
What is the place from which I come?
Who is my mother? Who my sire?
Pondering thus, perceive them all
As fancies only, without substance;
Give up the world as an idle dream.
Worship Govinda, Worship Govinda,
Worship Govinda, foolish one,
Rules of grammar profit nothing
Once the hour of death draws nigh.

13.  Everyday recite from Gita;
Chant the thousand names of Vishnu,
Cherishing HIm within your heart,
Take delight to be with the body.
Worship Govinda, Worship Govinda,
Worship Govinda, foolish one,
Rules of grammar profit nothing
Once the hour of death draws nigh.

14. While man's soul remains in his body,
Fondly his family wish him well,
But when the life-breath leaves its dwelling,
Even his wife will flee in fear and disgust.
Worship Govinda, Worship Govinda,
Worship Govinda, foolish one!
Rules of grammar profit nothing
Once the hour of death draws nigh.

15. He who yields lust for pleasure,
Leaves his frame a prey to disease;
Yet, though death is the final ending,
None forswears his sinfulness.
Worship Govinda, Worship Govinda,
Worship Govinda, foolish one!
Rules of grammar profit nothing
Once the hour of death draws nigh.

16. Rags cast off along the highway
Serve as a garment for the monk;
Freed from vice and freed from virtue,
Onward he wanders; in his sight
Nor I nor you nor the world exists.
Why, then, so give way to sorrow?
Worship Govinda, Worship Govinda,
Worship Govinda, foolish one!
Rules of grammar profit nothing
Once the hour of death draws nigh.

Arunachala Siva.