Saileelamrutha

A  heavy burden of worries did I carry Until I came near your palki (Palanquin) The moment I carried your Palki You took away my burden from me My lips were only voicing my fears Voicing the conflicts of a troubled soul The moment I touched your palki There was only your name on my lips My feet were carrying me around my desires They were manifold and were present in all directions Not knowing in which direction to run My feet were chained to the ground The moment I saw your Palki I broke free from the chains My feet started following your Palki Singing your glories with unbounded happiness This cruel world brought be nothing but pain Which inturn was lodged in my heart Once I saw your blissful form in the Palki You drove the pain and came to stay in my heart There were tears of pain in my eyes Which were caused by the wound in my heart But once I applied your udi(Sacred ash) on my forehead Like a balm it cured the  wound in my heart My eyes that onc

Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha! I bow at the lotus feet of Lambodhara, the indweller of all beings and the primordial source of all life. By the mighty axe of discrimination, he chops through the thick forest of obstacles and clears the way for all those who believe in him. Oh mighty armed, help me sing thy glory. For, are not the saints your very own manifestation? Help this child of yours in singing the glory of the foremost of lineage of Raghus. I then bow before Uma and Umapathi. Had it not been for their delightful conversation on the pristine Kailasa, where Kailashath (Lord of Kailasa), explained that the most pristine word is "Rama", how were we to know. Oh Girijapathi, I bow before you and mother Uma. Please initiate in me a love for chanting the name of Rama, which you always do and enjoy. Rama called you his Ishta daivata (Favorite Deity) and worshipped you. You called Rama your Ishta and worshipped him. Who can but understand the two of you my Lord? But dullard am I wh

Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha! I bow before the most intelligent and primordial power, who is the queller of all obstacles. Sinner though I am, I have come to seek refuge at your holy feet. Look kindly upon me, oh Vakratunda, and lead me onto your realm. For are you not known as the refuge of your devotees (Bhaktha vatsala). When I have caught your lotus feet, how can any of my endeavors fail?  I now fearlessly sing the glory of Santha Narahari by your grace. I then bow before Mother Saraswathi. Oh mother, without your grace, where be this child of yours? Help me in this endeavour of mine. I then bow before the Sadguru, who is Sagun Brahma (God with form). He is the ancient lord of Pandhari whose praise sang Santha Tukarama. I then bow to Umapathi (The consort of Uma), seated in deep meditation at the pristine mountain of Kailasa. His long locks ebb the flow of the mighty and every purifying Ganga. The beautiful name of Rama is ever on his lips. It is by his inspiration that one gets

Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha! I bow before the lord also called by the name Heramba (Five headed manifestation of Lord Ganesh). With the sharp axe of discrimination, you chop through the forest of obstacles with great ease. I bow before you and seek shelter at your lotus feet. Kindly help me sing thy glory. I then fall at the feet of Mother Saraswathi. Without the mother's help, where be the child? Oh mother, only by thy grace can I sing to my heart's content, the glory of the saints. I then bow before my gurudeva, Sainath Maharaj, an incarnation of Lord Dattatreya and most generous and  merciful like a mother. Oh Sainatha, listen to my prayer and holding my hands, help me sing thy glory. Once Uma asked her consort at Kailas "My  lord, in this Kaliyuga, when Bharatakhanda (The land of Bharatha) is beseiged by invading Mlecchas (Barbarians), and righteousness has declined to the fullest, whom do you claim in the mortal realm, is a befitting devotee of yours? Is there such a o