LONGINGS FOR DEATH

122. Our lord supreme, both earth and heav'n indwelling,
See how I have no other help but Thee.
Thou king of Siva's world, bright beyond telling,
Dweller in Perundurai, look on me.
Who'll hear my cry, who list to my complaining,
If Thou Thy grace deny, who saved'st me?
I find in sea-girt earth no joy remaining.
Now let Thy grace speak, bid me come to Thee.

123. In Thee she dwells whose feet than down are softer;
See how I have no other help but Thee.
Thou king of Siva's world, my gracious master,
Dweller in Perundurai, look on me.
Fear holds me; for, in dark confusion godless,
I did forget the grace that saved me.
Dog and deceitful am I. Life is joyless.
Now let Thy grace speak, bid me come to Thee.

124. In Thee she dwells whose ancient praise is faultless;
See how I have no other help but Thee.
Thou king of S`iva's world, the bright moon wearing,
Dweller in Perundurai, look on me.
Whom save Thee could I worship with my praises?
Can any other refuge give for me?
O Rider of the bull, my life is joyless.
Now let Thy grace speak, bid me come to Thee.

THE BALANCING OF DEEDS

125. O lord of Perundurai, place of peace,
To them who call Thy name, beyond compare
True joy art Thou. Thou mad'st my woe to cease
When good and ill deeds done were balanced fair.
Then lest unwith'ring seeds of birth should grow,
In Kalukundu Thy fair self didst shew.