IchanE chivakAmi n^EchanE enai InRa thillai vAz n^aTarAchanE
Oh God , Oh darling of Parvathi , Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
Om chivamayam
You are that which is spread from the beings of the earth
To the planet in the universe,
You are the top to bottom of the four Vedas,
You are the moon, you are the Sun,
You are the stream, you are the fire,
You are the two sets of the seven worlds,
You are woman, you are man, you are the soul of several beings,
You are everything else, you are also the one,
You are the differences and similarities,
You are from foot to head,
You are the mother and father who gave birth to me,
You are the gold, you are the assets,
You are darkness, you are light,
You are the Guru who came to teach,
You are the famous nine planets,
You are the creator of these worlds,
Oh father who gave birth to innumerable beings,
To whom shall I tell my problems,
Oh God , Oh darling of Parvathi ,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
Deer dancing, moon dancing, streams dancing,
Goddess Parvathi dancing,
Lord Vishnu dancing, books dancing, Vedas dancing,
Waves dancing, Brahma who gave Vedas dancing,
King dancing, all the crowd in heaven dancing,
The god with elephant face dancing,
The two ear globes dancing, armlets and the tiger cloth dancing,
The baby Subrahmanya dancing,
Along with Jnana Sambandar, Indra,
The eighteen sages and eight direction guards dancing,
The sparse thumbai flowers dancing,
The Nandi the vehicle of Shiva dancing, dancing girls dancing,
And with fate the time is running, when I sing about you,
Please come to me with a feast.
Oh God , Oh darling of Parvathi ,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
On this earth which is like the sea, taking the form of tides,
Believing in the dream called life,
Daily, daily getting completely tied up,
In the whirl wind of the three type of desires
Without rest searching day and night
For the food called life to this pot called body,
And spending all the time
In eating and sleeping and nothing else,
I did not achieve anything.
In the track called the shore of life,
Getting me tied up completely with affection and love,
With the concepts called mothers, children, myself,
You made me the baser or little better type,
And was it right on your part right not to question me
Why I was like this?
Oh God, Oh darling of Parvathi,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
It is not snake nor black magic,
It is not some evil thing kept,
It is not some wish for my death,
It is not something to make me immobile,
It is not something to attract me ,
It is not the cheating of hell,
It is not making one soul enter another body,
It is not alcoholic drink, it is not a trick,
It is not a chant to avoid arrows and bombs,
It is not a tablet from the sky,
It is not black magic being done with affection,
It is not the rare pretty form to attract,
It is not the medical treatment prescribed by,
Agasthya, Macha sage, Chatta sage,
Brahmin sage, the Kongana sage ,
Sage Gorakka, sage Valluvar,
Sage Bhoga but please tell me ,
What should I do,
So that my mind never goes away from your feet.
Oh God , Oh darling of Parvathi,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
Though I have told you thousand times
That I have come with pain,
Are you not able to hear it?
Are there any fathers who do not look after,
Their own son whose understanding is poor?
Is there any heart that does not melt,
Though I have always been holding your feet
Seeking protection ?
Do you not have two sons
Called the elephant faced one and the six faced one,
Are you a barren father?
Though you have tricks and odd nature with you,
I am not able to see any action from you?
Is it not funny, that Vedas and shastras sing your praise?
Please tell me,
Why did you create these two times seven worlds,
I am not going to leave you,
Oh God, Oh darling of Parvathi,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
Though I did not find the way and did not pray your feet,
Though I did not have affection towards you,
Though as a habit I did not go round temples,
Though I was only doing deceit,
Though I sang the language without ornamentation,
Though I am top level boorish,
Though I deceive, though I steal even the nation and
Though I am completely passionate ,
The blame does not come to me
But does not the blame go to my father and mother,
Would not the people who see this tell,
Oh God who publicly gave half your body to your wife,
Can you not protect this boy,
And you who have stacked the big globes so nicely,
Can you not solve my problems,
Oh God , Oh darling of Parvathi,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
Would I cry,
For my father and mother for having given birth to me?
Would I cry for being not intelligent or
Would I find fault with the four headed Brahma?
Would I cry for the three desires,
Would I cry about problems
Created by my previous birth?
Would I cry for my foolish knowledge,
Would I cry thinking that
I would be covered by result of my past sins?
Would I realize that I would get salvation?
Would I blame myself and cry?
Would I blame you and cry?
Would I cry thinking why this penance,
Would I cry for the ladies,
Would I cry for increasing the truth?
Would I cry for my poverty,
Would I cry as to what would be my next birth,
Please come to tell all this,
Oh God, Oh darling of Parvathi,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
Did I pluck the fruit before it got matured,
Did I get blame from virgin ladies,
Did I rob someone in the name of loan
And make any one suffer,
Did I put thorns in the branch short cut path,
Did I do any harm to my mother at birth,
Did I deny the receipt of money by me,
Did I became egoistic and rob or murder someone,
Did I berate sages,
Did I tell great lies and steal wealth,
Did I find fault with gods,
Did I like the ones with form,
Did not allow others to join and beat them ,
What I did, I do afterwards ,
Did I take a bad name as a miser who never gives,
Please pardon me for all these,
Oh God, Oh darling of Parvathi,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
What if mother is there,
What if father is there,
What if you are born in a noble family,
And made mountains of money,
What if I got great fame ,
What if I ruled the earth,
What if I have children,
What if I am a teacher, what if I have students,
What if I learn several tricks ,
What if I observe penance daily ,
What if I continuously dip myself in sacred river waters,
Will all these,
Help me to stop the call from the god of death,
And so thinking that these are only temporary friends,
I caught hold of your feet
And so wherever you kept your mind ,
I would be satisfied by a mere look,
Oh God, Oh darling of Parvathi,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
Shall I tell further, is your mind stone or steel or big boulder,
Are both your ears not working properly and
Are you acting as if you did not hear,
Is this proper for you, do you like me,
What type of anger is this, is this also your action,
Are you sad because of only two kids,
Whom are you angry with,
But in spite of it, will I leave you,
Wherever I go leaving you, will I not become useless,
Would I suffer in spite of being near to you,
Oh, this is not either my fault nor yours,
See care carefully, are these born to you,
Even if it is my fault or that of yours,
Please come to shower your grace on me,
Oh God, Oh darling of Parvathi,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
Making Saturn, Rahu, Kethu, Mercury,
Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Moon and Sun inside me,
Making all the twelve rasis stand equally,
After processing the snow like twenty seven stars ,
And cutting the eleven rays that shine behind
And after shouting at many,
And after talking before me like fruit
And after pulverizing the bad ones wishing bad things,
You saved the volunteer of your volunteers
And made him saluted by your volunteers,
And so it is your job to rule over Vanavai Munichamy
Who has a sweet disposition.
Oh God , Oh darling of Parvathi,
Oh Nataraja of Chidambaram who gave birth to me.
IchanE chivakAmi n^EchanE enai InRa thillai vAz n^aTarAchanE
Translated by P.R.Ramachander
OM NAMAH SHIVAYA
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