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"Basava Vachananjali" - An Anthology of the Vachanas of Basavanna
Dedicated to My Beloved Spiritual Father
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%îÀâó
597.
uêlâyâyâîÌâ°wê uâ¾lâÉâwâ,
Ýê³lâfâÇêÈêÌâ°yê Àê°©wâ°Àâó !
¾Àâ°WyâîÀâ Àâ°wâdâîÌâ°·[wê
dâ°î ±·°[wê, dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀÖ ?
terananariyade tanirasada
horagaõa eleyane meliduvu!
nimmanariva madakariyallade
kuri ballude kíðala-saþgama-dãvá?
Basava Vachanajali
597.
Entering a garden rustling with sugar-cane
Not knowing where the sweet juice be,
Nibbles its outer leaves!
The elephant in ecstasy knows Thee;
But does the sheep,
O Kíðala Saþgama Lord?
%îÀâó
800.
zâÀâyâsÏê©w⬪wâ %îwâÝêyêªwâlê, %wê© wê³Z©Ýâ !
ErÖ ÄªfâÔÖ Éâ°Íâ°ÀâÃÖQyÖÔâÆÚwâ° %îwâÝêyêªwâlê
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©Àâ Àâ°³fâ dê³Ìâ°Xwê ÀâÃÖtTyê ?
pavana-bhãdadinda aridahenendaðe, ade drìha!
iðá piþgaóá suúumnánáóaviðidu aridahenendaðe
kíðala-saþgama-dãva mígakoyyade máõbane?
Basava Vachanajali
800.
Lodged in your heart,
And you claim that you have known Him
Through breaking of your breath,
That is offence!
If you say you have known Him
By the Iðá, Piþgaóá, Suúumna way,
Will not Lord Kíðala Saþgama
Chop off your nose?
%îÀâó
861.
sÏÖªrâ aªwê, sÏÖkyâ aªwê : ÏêÔâfê dâyâQÚÌê°¾ûuâKÌâÃÖX!
%îwâlê µâlât : Àâ°lêwâlê ÀâÃÖyâÀâ :
Àâ°lêÌâ°wê zâòÊÉâ° dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÌâ°Xyâ.
nìðuva darpaõa bãre kañcalla.
bháõða onde bhájana onde,
beóage kannaðiyenisittayyá!
aridaðe ÿaraõa, maredaðe mánava,
mareyade píjisu kíðala-saþgana.
Basava Vachanajali
861.
And the mirrot we look
Are one and the same;
Of the same metal
Same size and shape;
You, rub it
A ÿaraõa if one knows: if one forgets,
And ordinary man: do thou,
Forgetless, woship the Lord
Kíðala Saþga!
%yâ°sÏÖÀâ
516.
A dâ³Éâ° ²©¬Ìâ°¶[ auêKfê³Ôâ\·° ¾ª¬uâKÌâÃÖX !
Ewâlâ ÉâªfâÉâ°Ùwâyâ°sÏÖÀâÀâyâ°
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©Àâ uÖyê© ±·[ !
indã javvanaváyittayyá!
á kísu bådiyalli ottegoóóalu nindittayyá!
idara saþga-sukhadanubhávavanu
kíðala-saþgama-dãva tánã balla.
Basava Vachanajali
516.
Should just today have grown to youth!
That baby now has taken its stand
Upon the street, soliciting!
But Lord Kíðala Saþgama alone can tell
How happy the experience of their love!
%yâ°sÏÖÀâ
848.
uâyâ° dâlâÐ yêlêÀâ Éâ°ÙÀâ yÖyê©yêªÏê ?
dârêf곩ÚÀâîwâ°ÀêyâfâÌâÃÖX yâÌâ°yâwâ Éâ°Ùk·ªfâÔâ° !
yâÀâ°W dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©Àâlâ Àâ°°nD
yêlêÀâ Éâ°ÙÀâ yÖyÖîfê©yêªÏê ?
tanu karagi nereva sukhava nánãnembe.
kaðegìðivariduvenagayyá nayanada sukhajalaþgaóu!
namma kíðala-saþgama-dãvara
muýýi nereva sukhava nánãnembe!
Basava Vachanajali
848.
When body melts and merges like
A hailstone or a waxen doll?
Lo, tears of joy brim o'er
And overflow my eyes!
When I have touched
Our Lord Kíðala Saþgama,
To whom shall I communicate
The rapture of our union?
%yâ°sÏÖÀâ
849.
ÀâÃÖÈêfÖlâyâ dê©ù yâyê %lâÔâ°Àâówê ?
AfâÀâ°À⾬îªfê u곩lâ°Àâówâ° AiÖlâÀê, %ÌâÃÖX ?
yâÀâ°W dâ³râ·Éâªfâyâ dâ³Úwâ dâ³mwâ dâlâ°Ôâ dâÈêÌâ°yâ°
E¬îªfê u곩lâ°Àâówâ° AiÖlâÀê, %ÌâÃÖX ?
málegárana kãói naneyaraóuvude?
ágamavanidiriþge tìruvudu ácárave ayyá?
namma kíðala-saþgana kíðida kíýada karuóa kaleyanu
idiriþge tìruvudu ácárave ayyá?
Basava Vachanajali
849.
At touch of tongue: will it not do, good Sir?
Does the bud blow
At the florist's behest?
Is it service, Sir, to explain
The Ágamas to another man?
It it service, Sir, to explain
The heart's art of love wherewith
One joins our Kíðala Saþgama?
%yâ°sÏÖÀâ
509.
%ÌâÃÖX, ¾Àâ°W %yâ°sÏÖÀ⬪wâ UyâQ Àâ°yâ ÝÖÔÖΰuâKÌâÃÖX!
%ÌâÃÖX, ¾Àâ°W %yâ°sÏÖÀ⬪wâ UyâQ dâÀâ°Ë jê©wâyâÀÖΰuâKÌâÃÖX!
¾Àâ°WÀâlâ° %ÚfâÚfê Ýê©ù sÏâÑKÌê°ª± arâÀêÌâ°
¬mÀâÃÖÚ u곩îwâlâ°, dÖÇÖ, dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀÖ
ayyá, nimma anubhávadinda enna mana háóáyittayyá!
ayyá, nimma anubhávadinda enna karma-chãdanaváyittayyá!
nimmavaru aðigaðige hãói bhaktiyembå oðaveyanu
diýava máði tìridaru káõá, kíðala-saþgama-dãvá!
Basava Vachanajali
509.
My body is undone;
Through experiencing Thee, O Lord,
My mind has ceased to be;
Through experiencing Thee, O Lord,
My karma's broke to bits!
Thine own, instructing me at every step,
Have proved me that the thing we call
Devotion, is a truth:
That's so, Kíðala Saþgama Lord!
%yâ°sÏÖÀâ
781.
dât$Ôâ Éâ³uâdâ Ý곩ΰuâ°K ÉâwâVdâKlâ dâªrêyÖÐ
dÖÌâ°wâ Éâ³uâdâ Ý곩ΰuâ°K ¾Àâ°W iâlâtÀâ Àâ°°nDwêyÖÐ.
ÏÖÌâ° Éâ³uâdâ Ý곩ΰuâ°K ¾Àê³Wdâ°"wâ d곪rêyÖÐ.
yÖyÖ Éâ³uâdâ Ý곩ΰuâ°K ¾Àâ°W µâlâtlâyâ°sÏÖÆÌâÃÖÐ.
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©Àâ, dê©ÔâÌâÃÖX,
UyâQ Àâ°yâwâ Éâ³uâdâ Ý곩ΰuâ°K
¾©Æ·[¬Èê[ªwâîwêyÖÐ.
kaþgaóa sítaka hìyittu, sadbhaktara kaõðenági.
káyada sítaka hìyittu, nimma caraõava muýýidenági.
báya sítaka hìyittu, nimma okkuda koõðenági.
náná sítaka hìyittu, nimma ÿaraõara anubháviyági.
kíðala-saþgama-dãva kãóayyá
enna manada sítaka hìyittu, nåvalladillendaridenági.
Basava Vachanajali
781.
The impurity of my ears has gone;
Thanks to the real bhaktas' sight,
The impurity of my eyes has gone;
Thanks to the touch of Thy feet,
My body's impurity has gone;
Because I took what was offered to Thee,
My tongue's impurity has gone;
Because I experienced Thy ÿaraõas
My various impurities have gone.
Hear me, O Kíðala Saþgama Lord,
The impurities of my mind have gone
Because I've known nought but Thyself.
%yâ°sÏÖÀâ
794.
¾Àâ°W zâZÉÖw⬪wâ yÖyâ° sÏâÀâfêÂêD, y곩râÌâÃÖX!
Àâ°yâ zâlâ°Íâ, wâ<¸D zâlâ°Íâ, sÏÖÀâ zâlâ°Íâ :
¶ªfâfâtªfâÔâ°.
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀÖ,
¾Àâ°W µâlâtlâyâ°sÏÖÀ⬪wâ yÖyâ° Éâ°ØÌâÃÖwêyâ° !
nimma prasádadinda bhavageýýe nìðayyá!
mana-paruúa, døúýi-paruúa, bháva-paruúa: liþgagaõaþgaóu
kíðala-saþgama-dãvá,
nimma ÿaraõara anubhávadinda sukhiyádenu.
Basava Vachanajali
794.
Broken are my karma-bonds.
Look, Lord! thanks to Thy grace,
I've shed my wheel of births!
The saints of Liþga-their minds
Are alchemy; their sight is alchemy;
Thair hearts are alchemy.
O Kíðala Saþgama Lord,
Through experience of Thy ÿaraõas,
I'm blest!
%yâ°sÏÖÀâ
842.
qê³X©»Ìâ° ±·¬ªwâ uâÀâ°ªswâwâ dê©râ y곩râÌâÃÖX;
ÉâuâXwâ ±·¬ªwâ %ÉâuâXwâ dê©râ y곩râÌâÃÖX;
zâlâ°Íâwâ ±·¬ªwâ %ÀâÈ곩Ýâwâ dê©râ y곩râÌâÃÖX !
dâ³râ·Éâªfâyâ µâlâtlâ %yâ°sÏÖÀ⬪wâ
UyâQ sÏâÀâwâ dê©râ y곩râÌâÃÖX !
jyìtiya baladinda tamandhada kãðu nìðayyá,
satyada baladinda asatyada kãðu nìðayyá,
paruúada baladinda avalìhada kãðu nìðayyá,
kíðala-saþgana ÿaraõara anubhávada baladinda
enna bhavada kãðu nìðayyá!
Basava Vachanajali
842.
By dint of Knowledge, ignorance goes!
By dint of Light, must darkness go!
By dint of Truth, untruth!
And iron's no more iron when
It knows the alchemic stone!
O Kíðala Saþgama Lord,
By dint of Experience
Of Kíðala Saþga's ÿaraõas,
My mind must cease!
%yâ°sÏÖÀâ
856.
Éâuâ] lâk uâÀâ° dê³Z©swâ ²râwâyâQdâ", %yâ°sÏÖÀâÀê¶[Ìâ°wê³
AuâWÉâ°K» zâl⾪wêÌâ° ²râwâyâQdâ",
%îÍârÒÀâfâË wâµâÀÖÌâ°° ÏêlâûzâË
dâÔâªdâÀâzâR uâyâ° ²râwâyâQdâ" ?
ÉâªÉÖlâ ÀâÃÖtM·[wê
µâlât Éâk@¾dê, ÉâÀâ°ÌâÃÖiÖlâ ¾kÀâZuâÀâó
wâ°lÖiÖîfâùfâÔâÀârâwâ°
yâÀâ°W dâ³râ·Éâªfâyâ µâlâtîfâ·[wê.
satva raja tama krìdha biðadannakka anubhávavelliyadì?
átmastuti paranindeya biðadannakka,
ariúaðvarga daÿaváyu beresippa
kaóaþkavappa tanuva biðadannakka?
sašsára máõdallade
ÿaraõasajjanike, samayácára, nijavratavu
durácárigaóigaóavaðadu,
namma kíðala-saþgana ÿaraõarigallade.
Basava Vachanajali
856.
With real virtue fit for a ÿaraõa,
How can you get experience
Unless you leave
Goodness and passion, anger, ignorance?
Unless you leave malice and vanity,
Unless you leave
The tainted body, bound
With six pernicious passions and ten airs?
It is beyond the unrighteous man,
To attain the gentleness of the ÿaraõas,
The practice of the faith, true vows,
None of these seats I want!
Without renunciation of the world:
But give me, O Kíðala Saþgama Lord,
That is reserved
Room on the one-seat throne
For our Kíðala Saþga's ÿaraõas!
%yâ°sÏÖÀâ
883.
A Àâ°lâyê·[Àâ Éâ°râ¬zâóRwê ?
Àâ°ÝÖyâ°sÏÖÀâlâ Éâªf⬪wâ qÖCyÖÐQ Ýâ°nD
UyâQ uâyâ°fâ°tÀê·[Àâ Éâ°râ¬zâóRwê ?
Ewâ° dÖlât, Àâ°ÝÖyâ°sÏÖÀâlâ u곩îÉâ°,
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀÖ.
á maranellava suðadippude?
mahánubhávara saþgadinda jñánágni huýýi
enna tanuguõavellava suðadippude?
idu káraõa, mahánubhávara tìrisu
kíðala-saþgama-dãvá.
Basava Vachanajali
883.
Tree rubs on tree, does not the whole tree burn?
When the great illumination dawns
By contact of Experients,
Do not the body's traits all burn?
Therefore, O Kíðala Saþgama Lord,
Show me the great Experients!
%yâ°sÏÖÀâ
862.
fâ°Ôê\ fê³lâqê äzâóR dÖt±Ýâ°wâ° :
ÀÖîs¬ Àê°>wêfêwâlê Àâ°°uâ°KlâuâQªfâÔâ dÖt±Ýâ°wâ° !
dâ³râ·Éâªfâyâ µâlâtlâ° Àâ°yâwêlêwâ° ÀâÃÖuâyÖÚwâlê
¶ªfâÀâ dÖt±Ýâ°wâ° !
guóóe goraje cippu káõabahudu.
váridhi maidegedaðe muttu-ratnaþgaóa káõabahudu,
kíðala-saþgana ÿaraõaru manaderedu mátanáðidaðe
liþgava káõabahudu!
Basava Vachanajali
862.
Lay themselves bare, you see
Pebbles and weeds and oyster shells;
But when the ocean-bed lies bare,
It is gems you see!
When Kíðala Saþga's ÿaraõas
Lay bare their hearts and speak,
It is Liþga that you see!
dê>ÈÖÉâ
139.
o È곩dâwê³Ôâfê© Àâ°uêK %yâªuâÈ곩dâ !
úÀâÈ곩dâ úÀÖiÖlâÀâÌâÃÖX;
sÏâdâK¾wâË plÖÀê© wê©ÀâÈ곩dâ;
sÏâdâKyâªfâtÀê© ÀÖlÖtû;
dÖÌâ°Àê© dê>ÈÖÉâ !
Ewâ° ÉâuâX dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀÖ.
å lìkadoóagã matte ananta-lìka!
ÿiva-lìka ÿivácáravayyá.
ÿiva-bhaktanidda ýhrávã dãva-lìka,
bhaktanaþgaóavã váráõasi, káyavã kailása!
idu satya, kíðala-saþgama-dãvá.
Basava Vachanajali
139.
What you call mortal world,
Are they some other place?
Why, in this very world
Are infinite worlds besides!
Where godlike works are done
There is the ÿiva-world;
The place where a bhakta is
That is the world of gods;
The bhakta's courtyard is
A Váráþaÿi; and his body is
Kailása! This is a fact,
O Lord Kíðala Saþgama!
Àâ°°ÑK
526.
¶ªfâÀꪱ UÈêÌâÃÖΰuâ°K.
¶ªfâÀꪱ UÈêÌâ° Àê°©Èê
ÆiÖlâÀꪱ Ýâ³ÀÖΰuâ°K,
AiÖlâÀꪱ dÖÌâÃÖΰuâ°K,
¾ÍâR»KÌê°ª± ÝâÇÖJΰuâ°K.
¾ÍâR»KÌê°ª± Ýât°J uê³m°D ²m°D dâÔâä ²©Ôâ°Àâ¶[
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©Àâ uâyâfê Ïê©dêªwâ° U»Kd곪râ.
guruvemba båjavaþkurisi,
liþgavemba eleyáyittu.
liþgavemba eleya mãle
vicáravemba híváyittu,
ácáravemba káyáyittu.
niúpattiyemba haõõáyittu.
niúpattiyemba haõõu toýýu biýýu kaóaci båóuvalli
kíðala-saþgama-dãva tanage bãkendu ettikoõða!
Basava Vachanajali
526.
Sprouted Guru, the seed,
And Liþga, the leaf, was born;
Then Thought camefor the flower,
And Deed for tender fruit,
And Knowledge for the ripened one
And when the fruit of Kowledge broke
Loose from the stalk and fell,
Look, Kíðala Saþgama, wanting it Himself,
Gathered it up.
Àâ°°ÑK
836.
zÖzâwâ ±ÈêÌâ° uâªwâ° Àâ°°ªwê³ÚGwâlâÌâÃÖX.
Ïê©ÂêdÖlâyâ° Àâ°<fâÀâyânD, Àâ°<fâ f곩îfê³ÔâfÖfâwâÌâÃÖX !
Ýâlâyê³ÚGwâ ±ÈêÌâ°¶[ û·°Ñwâ Àâ°<fâÀâó
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°ªfê {fâlâÀÖΰuâKÌâÃÖX
pápada baleya tandu mundoððidirayyá,
bãýegáranu møgavanaýýi baralu møgavu gìrigoóagágadayyá!
haranoððida baleyalli silukida møgavu
kíðala-saþgama-dãvaþge ìgaraváyittu.
Basava Vachanajali
836.
The hunter brought the net of sin
And flung it down is front of the beast.
Although the huntsman beat the game,
The quarry is not decoyed;
The beast that has been caught
Within the net that Hara has spread
Has made a meal
For Kíðala Saþgama!
Àâ°°ÑK
852.
ÉâÀâ°uêÌê°ª± k·, dâlâÇÖ¬fâÔê µâZÀât;
qÖCyâÀꪱ %ÐQÌâ°¾Ñ",
Àâ°»Ìê°ª± Éâ°m°Dfâwâ¶[ gânDû zÖdâdê" uâªwâ°,
sÏÖÀâwâ¶[ dâ°ù\îû, zâîÇÖÀâ°w곩fâlâÀâ ¾©Úwâlê
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©Àâªfê Al곩fâÇêÌâÃÖΰuâ°K.
samate emba jala, karaõádigaóe ÿravaõa
jñánavemba agniyanikki
matiyemba saýýukadalli ghaýýisi, pákakke tandu,
bhávadalli kuóóirisi pariõámadìgarava nåðidaðe
kíðala-saþgama-dãvaþge árìgaõeyáyittu.
Basava Vachanajali
852.
Is energy; equipoise is water,
The senses are pincers;
The fire of knowledge being fed,
And the broth thickened to a point
With reason's spoon, to make him sit
Within your heart and serve
The food of joy that is
For Lord Kíðala Saþgama a meal.
Àâ°°ÑK
924.
dê©Àâ· µâlâtyÖfâ·îÌê°.
Éâuâ°K ÏêlâûÝêyêªwâlê dâ²Tyâ uâ°¬Ìâ° Àê°¶wâªuê !
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀÖ.
kãvala ÿaraõanágalariya.
sattu berasihenendaðe kabbina tudiya melidante
kíðala-saþgama-dãvá.
Basava Vachanajali
924.
The mortal and immoral worlds,
One cannot be a perfect ÿaraõa;
If one would join when one is dead,
It is as if one chewed
The tip of the sugar-cane.
O Kíðala Saþgama Lord!
Àâ°°ÑK
925.
ÀâÃÖuÖÚwâlê dêÌâ°X ÏêÔâÉꪱ°wâyâîΰlê, %ÌâÃÖX ?
ÀâÃÖuâ°fêmD·[wê uÖyÖfâÏÖlâwâ°.
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀâÌâÃÖX,
ÀâÃÖ»ªwâ ±dâ°Ë sÏâÀâsÏÖlâ g곩lâ !
mátáðidaðe keyya beóasembudanariyire ayyá?
mátu keýýallade tánágabáradu.
kíðala-saþgama-dãvayyá
mátinda barku bhavabháraghìra!
Basava Vachanajali
925.
Why, then, this rage?
Do you not know, good Sir,
That should you speak, your karma grows?
One cannot be oneself<
O Kíðala Saþgama Lord,
An awful load of births must be
Through words!
Àâ°°ÑK
926.
Àâ°uêK©yâyÖwâlêÌâ°³ ÉÖs¬Éâ±Ýâ°wâÌâÃÖX :
uÖyÖlꪱ°wâ ÉÖs¬ÉâÏÖlâwâ°
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©Àâlâ dâlâ°tÀâóÔâ\Àâªfâ·[wê !
mattãnanádaðeyí sádhisabahudayyá
tánárembuda sádhisabáradu,
kíðala-saþgama-dãvara karuõavuóóavaþgallade!
Basava Vachanajali
926.
But you, Sir, must attain
Another thing likewise:
You cannot get that which you are
Unless you have
Lord Kíðala Saþgama's grace!
Àâ°°ÑK
930.
ÉâÀâ°lâ» ÉâÀâ°dâÔê ÉâÀâ°Éâ°ÙÀâîÌâ°wâyâQdâ" ?
¶ªfâÀâ zâòÊû szâ·Àê©yâÌâÃÖX,
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©Àâlâ zâòÊû
yâ¬Ìê³Ôâfê yâ¬Ìâ° ÏêlâûwâªuÖfâwâyâQdâ" ?
samarati samakaóe samasukhavanariyadannakka?
liþgava píjisi phalavãnayyá,
kíðala-saþgama-dãvara píjisi
nadiyoóage nadi berasidantágadannakka?
Basava Vachanajali
930.
Uuless you have a common love,
A common art, a common joy.?
What boots your Liþga-worshipping
Unless, by worship of Lord Kíðala Saþgama.
You merge in Him as stream in stream?
Àâ°°ÑK
948.
OyêªÏê, OyêªÏê Ulâr곪wÖwâ°wâ ?
OyêªÏê, OyêªÏê %ÆlâÔâ gâyâÀâ ?
Àâ°ÝÖwÖ¾ dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀâÌâ°X uÖyê© ±·[.
ãnembe, ãnembe eraðondáduda?
ãnembe, ãnembe aviraóa ghanava?
mahádáni kíðala-saþgama-dãvayyá, táne balla.
Basava Vachanajali
948.
One breaks up into two?
How shall I say, O how
Two join together in one?
How shall I speak, O how
Of the integral Absolute?
Lord Kíðala saþgama, all bountiful
He alone knows!
Àâ°°ÑK
958.
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀâÌâ°Xyꪱ Àâ°ÝÖÏêÔâÐyâ ÏêÔâÐyê³ÔâÐwêM©yꪱ
µâ±M Àâ°°fâPÀÖwâ°wê©yêªÏêyâÌâÃÖX ?
ghanakke ghanavágiddenayyá.
kíðala-saþgama-dãvayyanemba
mahábeóagina beóaginoóagiddãnemba ÿabda
mugdhavádudanãnembenayyá?
Basava Vachanajali
958.
In the grand Absolute, sublimely great,
How can I tell the way the word
That I'm within the lofty light
Of Lord Kudala Sangama
Was turned to silentness?
Àâ°°ÑK
817.
úÀâ úÀÖ, zâlâÀâÃÖµâZÌâ°Àê© uÖyÖÐ
µâuâzâuâZdâÀâ°Ôâdâ¹ËdÖÀâ°swâXwâ¶[
Éâ]uâÿ ûwâPyÖÐzâË yâÀâ°W dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©Àâ.
ÿiva ÿivá! paramáÿrayavã tánági
ÿatapatrakamaóakarõikámadhyadalli
svataòsiddhanágippa namma kíðala-saþgama-dãva.
Basava Vachanajali
817.
The Great Light!
Good God! our Lord Kíðala Saþgama,
Being himself the high'st resort
Dwells at the core
Of the hundred-petalled lotus' shell
The perpect one!
Àâ°°ÑK
959.
ÏêÔâЪfê ÏêÔâfâ° ûªÝÖÉâyâÀÖÐ, ÏêÔâfâ° ÏêÔâfâ dâ³Úwâ dâ³mÀâ
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÌâ°X uÖyê© ±·[ !
beóagige beóagu sišhásanavági,
beóagu beóaga kíðida kíýava
kíðala-saþgayya táne balla!
Basava Vachanajali
959.
When all the murky darkness is dispelled!
While light on light has been enthroned,
Lord Kudala Sangama alone knows
The union that ensues
When light is wedded unto light!
Àâ°°ÑK
829.
Àâ°yâ ¾Àâ°Wwêªwâ ±ùdâ Uyâfê Ïê©lê Àâ°yâÆ·[;
swâyâ ¾Àâ°Wwêªwâ ±ùdâ Uyâfê Ïê©lê swâyâÆ·[.
Eª»© »ZÆswâÀâò ¾Àâ°Wwêªwâîwâ ±ùdâ
Uyâfê Ïê©lê ÆiÖlâÀâóªÂê, dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀÖ ?
mana nimmadenda baóika enage bãre manavilla,
dhana nimmadenda baóika enage bãre dhanavilla
intå trividhavu nimmadendarida baóika
enage bãre vicáravuõýe, kíðala-saþgama-dãvá?
Basava Vachanajali
829.
I have no body apart;
When once the mind belongs to Thee,
I have no mind apart;
When once wealth is Thine own,
I have no wealth apart.
When once I know These three
Are Thine, is there for me
Another thought apart,
O Kíðala Saþgama Lord?
Àâ°°ÑK
492.
yâÌâ°yâwâ¶[ ¾Àâ°W Àâ°³lâ°» uâ°ª²,
Àâ°yâwâ¶[ ¾Àâ°W yêyâÝâ° uâ°ª²,
ÑÆÌâ°¶[ ¾Àâ°W Ñ©lâ°» uâ°ª²,
dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©ÀÖ
¾Àâ°W iâlâtdâÀâ°·wê³ÔâfÖyâ° uâ°ª² !
nayanadalli nimma míruti tumbi,
manadalli nimma nenahu tumbi,
kiviyalli nimma kåruti tumbi.
kíðala-saþgama-dãvá
nimma caraõakamaladoóagánu tumbi.
Basava Vachanajali
492.
My eyes are filled with Thy image
My mind is filled with thoughts of Thee
My ears are filled with Thy fame,
My Lord Kíðala Saþgama,
I am a bee at your lotus feet
Fused in Thyself.
Àâ°°ÑK
853.
ÑÆfâÔâ° uâ°ª²wâ ±ùdâ dê©Ô⶷[,
dê>fâÔâ° uâ°ª²wâ ±ùdâ zâòÊÉ⶷[,
Àâ°yâ uâ°ª²wâ ±ùdâ yêyêÌâ°¶·[
Àâ°Ýâªuâ dâ³râ·ÉâªfâÀâ°wê©Àâyâ !
kivigaóu tumbida baóika kãóalilla,
kaigaóu tumbida baóika píjisalilla,
mana tumbida baóika neneyalilla,
mahanta kíðala-saþgama-dãvana!
Basava Vachanajali
853.
After the ears are filled, there's nought to hear,
After the hands are filled, there's nought to adore,
After the heart is filled, there's nought to think
Of our great Lord Kíðala Saþgama