Anaaya Nayanar

Anaaya Nayanar Puranam

In the flute thus wrought, he played the Panchakshara
Of the Lord in tuneful melody married to
The harmony of the seven notes of music;
Entia animate and inanimate were ineluctably
Riveted to his nectarean flow of music,
Meltingly merciful and all-absorbing;
Thus, even thus, he flourished.

In the flute thus wrought, he played the Panchakshara
Of the Lord in tuneful melody married to
The harmony of the seven notes of music;
Entia animate and inanimate were ineluctably
Riveted to his nectarean flow of music,
Meltingly merciful and all-absorbing;
Thus, even thus, he flourished.

Anayar who came thither cast his eyes straight
On the konrai tree whose clustered flowers looked like
Fragrant garlands woven of hand; the sweet bunches
Of blooms swayed in the wind; it was like the Lord
With His flowing matted hair; his mind melted;
With his chinta oned with the Lord, he unbarred
The flood gates of his love.

He examined the centers of music, beginning with
The Mudra; his fingers played on the seven holds
Carved into the flute in accordance with works
On music, gradually; he found it properly tuned;
He played duly from shadja to nishada
In arohana and avarohana.

The inner message of the fluten music, played
On the beauteous holes, by the great patron, was truly
The Panckakshara; the melody gushed and spread
Everywhere and poured full into the ears, as in the mouths,
Of all living beings, pure ambrosia mixed with
The honey of the celestial karpaka blooms. (954)

Herds of kine that had grazed on aruku grass
Would not chew their cuds; they came near unto him
And stood, oblivious of all else; the calves that were
Sucking milk from their mothers’ udders, would no more
Suck; they but stood still with their milk-frothy mouths;
Herds of strong-horned bulls, antelopes and other beasts
Of forest, stood thrilled, with hair erect on their bodies. (955)

  Dancing peacocks ceased their dance and came
Near unto him; they stood still, enthralled;
As the wafting melody streamed through the ears
And filled their bosoms, the feathered race
Flew to him and stood lost in rapturous music;
The strong neatherds who were working nearby
Abandoned their chores and stood in mute wonder.

As the teasers and the teased shared alike the harmony
The white-fanged adder, bewitched by music
Fell on the peacock; the tireless lion and the tusker huge
Moved together; the fawn with grass in mouth
Passed by the open-mouthed tiger. (959)

Wind would not move, branches would not sway;
Cascades from dark hill would not fall down;
Jungle rivers would neither gurgle nor flow;
Heavens would not rumble and the seven seas stood still. (960)