In the first edition of Ramana Sannidhi Murai there was no poem corresponding to Siva Puranam of Tiruvachakam. Since this work was patterned on Tiruvachakam, it seemed incomplete to that extent. So Muruganar started composing a poem on the same lines. His inspired pen quickly wrote two hundred lines. At this stage a doubt arose in his mind as to what would be the appropriate title for this [work]. The obvious title could be Siva Puranam, since Siva’s name is dear to his devotees and Ramana was the embodiment of Lord Siva. But the verses were extolling the glory of the Lord as Ramana. So why not call it Ramana Puranam? Thus tossed by doubt Muruganar left the place, leaving the lines at Ramana’s feet.
When he returned in the evening Ramana handed back the poems. A great surprise was in store for Muruganar. Ramana had distinctly written ‘Ramana Puranam’ not only at the top of the work but also at the top of each and every page. He had not stopped with that. He had himself composed three hundred more lines and completed the work....
When the second edition of Sri Ramana Sannidhi Murai was [about to be] published these verses were also added. Muruganar had included a footnote to indicate that the first two hundred lines had been composed by him and the remaining three hundred by Bhagavan. After correcting the proof he handed over the matter to Ramana. While going through it Ramana saw the footnote and remarked, ‘Are only these [lines] written by Bhagavan?’ Muruganar at once saw his error. Were not the earlier ones too a product of Ramana’s grace? He at once prostrated to Bhagavan and with profuse tears said ‘Nothing is written by me. Everything flows from your grace.’ He then promptly deleted the footnote. (Ramana’s Muruganar, pp. 12-13.)
233-254
like the oil within a sesame seed,
so that your presence within me
could not be clearly discerned.
Because of that veiling known as ignorance
the truth within my heart
was cloaked entirely in deep darkness,
and in this condition
the mind somehow turned outwards.
Through the power of multiplicity
which deludes and shows the world
as the five sense perceptions,
my mind, which knows them [objectively] as ‘that’,
became bewildered,
and deeming them [the sense perceptions]
to be profitable, sought them.
That seeking, evolving itself into desire,
became the seed that engendered
the never-ending succession of births,
bringing into existence the great and evil tree
that is the illusion of birth [and death].
In my forgetfulness, I became a bird in that tree,
my mind confused by good and evil actions.
Looking around on all sides, in my perplexity,
I repetitively devoured its sweet and bitter fruits in vain,
experiencing again and again
unceasing suffering and enjoyment.
In this state of disgust, wherein there was not a trace
of clarity within my mind,
the king, who is my very life,
through his grace that is the truth,
free of the feelings of rejoicing and aversion,
appeared as a unique sage
in the city of
to save me from death,
worthless cur that I was,
and through his compassionate gaze
he revealed to me his holy lotus feet,
infusing me with an abundant, unending flood
of the ambrosia of being-consciousness
so that my mind became still.
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that is the love of this body,
bewilderment will subside and be destroyed
through the all-pervading nature of mauna.
They will remain in a state of rapture,
bathing in the vast ocean of unsurpassable bliss
that is the surging flood of absolute perfection
as they stand in your Court, where,
to the sound of your voice, dispensing jnana,
and the clamour of songs of praise,
your standard is raised up
amidst the ceaseless rattle of victory drums.
There, evil and ignorant as I was,
and worse than a dog in my conduct,
you showed me a tenderness
more noble and all-embracing
than that of a mother [for her child],
and subjected me to your rule.
Destroying in me the [ideas of] ‘I’ and ‘mine’,
you yourself became for me that ‘I’, and that ‘mine’!
You arose as the majesty of the luminous, supreme,
all-transcending consciousness,
so that the base part of my nature
shrank, out of shame, to the size of an atom!
Then, O Supreme Reality,
you revealed that even that tiny atom
was also false,
as you dwelt in the quintessential purity
of your own Self-nature!
285-302
as the supreme light of the Self
when [all else] subsides,
through the assertion: ‘Not this’, ‘Not this’,
so that not a trace of anything ‘other’ remains!
Unique Essence
that cannot be perceived objectively
through the false imaginings
of the flawed mind,
but can only be known
through the perfect consciousness
of Atma swarupa, mauna!
You [Bhagavan] are the unmoving reality, the Atma jnana
that rises to bestow an excellence [of clarity]
on the deluding distortions that mask the jiva,
which are merely reflections
upon the mirror of the shaking mind.
Such is your nature!
You hold maya, which creates the illusion
that this nature does not exist,
totally under your control
such that the awareness of those
who have obtained your grace
does not stir even slightly.
To those who are deluded
you are non-existent,
not accessible to their faculties
even in the minutest degree.
But to the gaze of the jnani
you are perceived everywhere
as the absolute fullness.
To those who love you, you are the near one,
to those who do not, you are the far one.
Am I worthy to know
and speak of your noble nature?
When even the four Vedas and the Agamas,
rising up arrogantly [to describe your nature],
fell silent, their presumption quelled,
it is indeed an occasion for great mirth
that I should speak of
your glory and distinction, your actions,
the nobility of your attributes,
your name and your fame.
307-316
I have experienced them all and grown weary.
Even if my mind could take birth
in the lofty position of being one of the gods,
beginning with Indra himself,
I would no longer consent to the suffering
and weary lamentation [of birth].
Even the blackest of crows,
when it alights upon beautiful golden
is transformed into the form of pure gold.
In just the same way, even those jivas
who are entirely without distinction will,
upon joining the presence of divine consciousness,
one’s own reality, attain by its glorious majesty
the sublime form of the Self and shine.
[Therefore], my Lord and Master,
may you bestow upon me that mauna [silence],
whose form is the expanse of true jnana,
imprinting that truth upon my heart
so that I no longer perceive myself
as a form of flesh and blood.
317-24
shining as the divine manifestation of God,
at the head of the lineage of Gurus,
reveal the supreme truth,
the unique speech of [mauna]
that is the mind’s source,
which is the mother of all language
but which, unlike the spoken word,
neither appears nor disappears.
All the ancient treatises on jnana
are merely an introductory preface,
enunciated by the learned,
to your book of mauna,
which confers true knowledge.
Are they not therefore alien to true understanding,
those who, even though they have studied all the others,
have lost their connection to that [book of] mauna?
325-350
it is only fitting that the mother
should tolerate and pardon that misdeed.
Likewise, if there is any misdeed on my part,
done either knowingly or unknowingly,
may you overlook it, thinking it nothing,
and give me your joyful approval.
For the world knows that such is the conduct we display,
one towards the other, that I engage in misdeeds
against your holy feet, and you pardon them.
You whose holy feet drive out
the black ignorance of maya !
You who are [like] a great cloud,
pouring down the rain of bliss
that is your grace!
You who are the flood of bliss
in the great river of true jnana,
quenching the scorching flames,
so that they flare up no more
from the three kinds of distress
that sorely torment us!
Youthful One! Beauteous One!
Lord of jnana, who destroyed
the power of the ego,
(which arises through the association
with the filthy body)
so that I was infused
with the clarity of consciousness
that is the luminous nature,
without divisions, of Sivam,
which no one can describe!
The wealth, the real that blazes forth
as the radiant light of the Self,
is obscured and dimmed by the ego,
the thought ‘I am the body’,
which harasses and torments jivas
through the obstacle whereby they are unable
to satisfy unlimited and excessive desires,
thus filling them with the poverty
that is base and worthless ignorance.
But you, source of my existence,
shine within my Heart
like a perfect storehouse of treasure
that is beyond the three primal entities,
so that I, your devotee,
rise up resplendently and with exhilaration,
totally free of that ignominy.
375-428
which declares that the fleshy body is ‘I’,
bows its head in shame and falls away,
(through the knowledge gained by sinking within
by means of the enquiry ‘Who am I?’,
conducted with extreme tenacity)
there do you shine, as the source of all things,
the luminous sky of pure consciousness,
which is not an empty void,
but in which the deluded perception
of the triputis has subsided;
[there] a deep rapture wells up,
wherein bliss abounds!
You who, in your form of mauna jnana,
which is the support [for all things],
cannot be approached by [concepts] such as
beginning, middle and end!
Yours is the waking sleep
that is the true waking-state,
the exalted sphere of final liberation,
whose radiance unfolds
as the pure space of the Heart,
wherein the world,
(whose nature is all mind-space,
and which is seen as waking,
dreaming and overpowering deep sleep)
is finally ended.
For jivas, desire is ended
by means of the fundamental guna
[the sattva guna].
Through its deeply subtle nature
it establishes the intimate relationship
between the jivas and yourself.
Though one cannot unite with you
except through the first guna,
you are the transcendental one,
free of attributes, soaring beyond even that [first guna].
The second person and the third person,
manifesting as multiplicity,
appear after the first person,
the foremost of the foremost, arises.
When it disappears by knowing its source,
along with it, the other two
simultaneously vanish in that place.
The light of that source which then shines
is the indivisible fullness
that is one’s own true form.
433-446
without [considering] yourself,
you who abide perpetually
in the present moment
as the peerless ‘now’,
is this not [like] counting
without [the number] one?
You, then, are known to the senses,
not only as ‘I’ and ‘other’ [aham and idam],
but also as the three persons
and the three modes of time.
Since you alone shine [as the Self],
with nothing other than yourself
either to know you,
or to be known by you,
you are the feature-free jnana
that shines as the essence
of the multitude of characteristic features
that appear to the mind
that does not enquire!
You are lofty and unmoving,
standing as the supreme non-dual reality,
a matchless abode for the eternally enduring
abidance in supreme jnana [para-jnana-nishta].
Since it is only by investigating,
sinking within, and uniting [with you],
(so that one’s own truth
becomes harmonized
with the powerful reality
of your own righteous nature)
that the true perception of you,
who are being-consciousness,
may be obtained,
how [might this be achieved]
by seeking with the mind,
which possesses only
the objective knowledge
of the gross objects of sense?
451-462
of [sights and] sounds,
driven along with a great hubbub
by a whirlwind fuelled
by the unreal effects of former deeds,
which have no reality other than
in the imagination of the mind.
It is like an insubstantial mirage
that appears as a pool of water
to those who suffer,
tormented by their desire for water.
They are indeed the ‘wisest of the wise’
who, seeing such a world, abandon you.
They are like those who, failing to see the screen
that is the [underlying ] reality,
see [only] the images of [light and] shadow
projected upon it, and are delighted,
or like those who study and rejoice in
the music [made of the] seven principal sounds, and so on,
ignoring the fundamental note
which is their indispensable source.
No trace of doubt or contradiction
can arise within one’s own nature, existence,
as it does in [the world of] the illusory objects of sense
which appear to be ‘other’.
By virtue of this nature you are the Supreme Being,
the perpetually radiating sun of the Self,
which is the true reality,
impossible to reject or deny,
shining out in the darkness [of ignorance]
as the light [of jnana],
the ‘I am’ of even he
who denies your existence.
467-480
You are the reality that is neither of these!
Your are the Supreme that is the refuge
for us your devotees!
You are jnana! You are the brilliance of jnana!
You are grace’s clear serenity!
Yours is the greatness of the
all-transcending space of consciousness!
You are one! You are two!
You are the beauteous temple of mauna
standing beyond both of these!
You are medicine! You are a jewel!
You are the exalted holy mantra!
You are love, deep and bliss-bestowing,
arising first as the source of all that is!
You are the infinitude
that abides immovably as Sivam!
There is nothing that you are,
yet without you, nothing is.
This being so, separation from you
is only forgetfulness of you.
Therefore, just as you are reached
by the thoughts of those
who unite with you in fitting manner
out of their deep love for you,
so also you are reached
by the very [hostile] thoughts of those
who have enmity towards you
and who hate you like cruel death.
However, to reach the holy feet in this way,
is conduct suited only
to the wicked nature of the rakshasas.
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who show no loving conduct
so that they suffer unbearable misery!
It is not the fault of dharma
that those in whom there is no love
perish, quaking with agony
like boneless worms
exposed to the mid-day sun.
The ripe crop of destiny,
like a shadow, never goes away,
but follows and clings to those
who commit sinful deeds,
as if unable to control themselves.
Whilst [some] distinguish between sakti and Sivam,
(such as those ignorant outsiders
who cite numerous reasons,
stringing them together,
and arguing tenaciously)
to reveal the truth of your Self,
(wherein these two are not separate,
but are eternally and identically one
in their real nature)
you danced as your consort looked on
in the Great Hall where you dwell as her Lord,
and in order for that sakti to be caught
within your vast immovable Self,
you appeared as the final truth of the formless,
the true savour, the non-dual absolute.
In order to accept Brahma and Vishnu’s grand worship
on the night of Sivaratri in the month of Masi,
and to bestow your grace on them,
you rose up in the month of Margazhi,
on the day of the ardra nakshetra,
manifesting before them in the form
of a vast column of effulgent light,
revealing yourself to be
the most wondrous primal lingam, Arunachala.
523-536
(‘Whence does the “I” arise?’
so that ‘I’ is destroyed within the Heart,
wherein the ‘I’ does not arise)
have died to the five senses [and the mind]
and dwell steadfastly in the Heart,
their minds become Sivam,
the sanctum sanctorum.
‘[Infinite] Eye, you who are the luminous space of supreme love,
a single drop from whose surging ocean
can bring peace to the beings of many diverse worlds!’
For those who declare in this way
and perform true austerities
by focussing their minds, meditating, singing praises,
and offering fulsome daily worship,
their minds become completely clear,
freed from the doubts that beset them
in their powerful delusion,
and through this, the world of liberation
will be nearer to them than this physical world.
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Thanks again for bringing us the priceless works of Bhagawan.
Where could I buy a copy of tamil version of "Ramana Sannithi Murai"
In Bhagawan,
Thiru.S
toronto, Canada
The Sri Ramanasramam Book Depot has copies.
Thank you, David, so very, very much for posting these English translations...nay, for the entire Heart-stirring post. Much love and Pranams--
Om Namo Bhagavate Sri Ramanaya
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