O Seed, O Womb

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O Seed, O Womb

Poem

O Impeller, O Fashioner, O Seed, O Womb,
O golden Source of all, of mighty Ether home.
Is this a dream, this Thine grace stupendous,
Or my imagination all Thine glory wondrous.
O dance-prone Feet here occultly housed
Could my littleness fathom Thy glory utmost!

PS: Nandanār, one of the Nāyanmārs- exemplary devotees of Shiva who broke into realms within where the Three-Eyed One cast His benevolence and love upon those He cherished. In an indrawn mood Nandanār blooms into a song of celebration and awed wonder in the Tamil tongue. This is an earnest attempt to bring a transcript of the inner experience rather than a literal word, or even a semantic, translation of the original. For those curious, here is the song itself titled Ennappan Allava.