Chapter 3
Thiruvellarai - (வென்றி மா)
திருவெள்ளறை
In Sanskrit, this place is called "Shvetagiri," meaning "White Hill," as it is composed of white rocks. The temple, resembling a fort, is situated atop the hill. The temple features Dakshinayana and Uttarayana entrances. The Uttarayana entrance is open from the month of Thai to the end of Ani, while the Dakshinayana entrance is open from Adi to Margazhi. The deity of this temple is known by the name Pundarikakshan. The temple is surrounded by the Kaveri River on all sides.
இவ்வூருக்கு வட மொழியில் ச்வேதகிரி என்று பெயர். இது வெண்மையான பாறைகளால் இயன்ற மலை. சன்னதி, மலையின்மீது ஒரு கோட்டைபோல் அமைந்திருக்கிறது. இந்தக் கோயிலில் தட்சிணாயன, உத்தராயன வாசல்கள் உள்ளன. தை மாதம் முதல் ஆனி மாதம் முடி உத்தராயண வாசலும், ஆடி முதல் மார்கழி தட்சிணாயன வாசலும் திறந்திருக்கும் + Read more
Verses: 1368 to 1377
Grammar: Aṟuchīrk Kaḻinediladi Āsiriya Viruththam / அறுசீர்க் கழிநெடிலடி ஆசிரிய விருத்தம்
Recital benefits: Will rule the world of Gods
- Verse 1:
1368. O divine lord who came as ParasuRāman carrying a mazhu and conquered many kings for twenty-seven generations, you stay in Thiruvellarai where fragrant breezes enter the mango groves and the mandrams and make the jasmine and mullai bloom. Give me your grace and show me a way to reach and worship your ankleted feet. - Verse 2:
1369. You who, taking the form of a horse, brought the Vedās and taught them to the sages when Nānmuhan, seated on a lotus had lost them stay in Thiruvellarai where a breeze blows though the tall Madhavi trees and spreads fragrance through all the streets and in the groves and in all directions. Give us your grace. - Verse 3:
1370. You who split open the chest of the cruel Hiranyan with your long claws when he afflicted the people of all the seven worlds and killed him stay in Thiruvellarai where in the beautiful ponds dark varāl fish frolic and play and lotus plants spread divine fragrance. Give me your grace. - Verse 4:
1371. You, the god of the Thiruvenkatam hills filled with bamboo, who drove the chariot for Arjunā in the Bhārathā war and helped him conquer the Kauravās with galloping horses, and gave their kingdom to the five Pāndavās stay in Thiruvellarai where the beautiful cuckoo plucks pollen from the flowers of the mango trees and then, to take away the sour taste, drinks the honey-like juice of sweet jackfruit. Give us your loving grace. - Verse 5:
1372. You who as a boar split open the earth, went beneath the ocean and brought up the earth goddess with beautiful spear-like eyes when she was hidden by an Asuran stay in Thiruvellarai where mullai plants in the forest climb on the sugarcane, seeming to smile with their white buds and blossoms as bees drink their honey. Give me your grace. - Verse 6:
1373. You, the ancient lord took the form of a turtle and helped the gods and the Asurans churn the milky ocean to get the nectar that you gave only to the gods who, adorned with beautiful crowns, worshiped you. You stay in Thiruvellarai where bees that have lovers’ quarrels with their mates fly to the hair of beautiful women and the tops of the palaces touch the moon. I am your slave. Give me your grace. - Verse 7:
1374. You who bent your bow and cut down the ten heads of the Rākshasa Rāvana adorned with long crowns stay in Thiruvellarai where bees sing sweetly drinking honey from flourishing lotus flowers with green emerald-like leaves. Give me your grace. - Verse 8:
1375. When the world grew dark and everyone became dull-witted, and the gods in the sky worshiped you asking you to give them knowledge, you took the form of a swan and taught them the Vedās. You stay in Thiruvellarai where surumbu bees and many kinds of other bees swarm around the blooming screw pine plants and mango trees singing beautifully with the sound “tena tena. ” Give me your grace. - Verse 9:
1376. You, the highest one, who went to the sacrifice of king Mahabali, begged him for three feet of land and then cleverly measured the earth and the sky with your two feet stay in Thiruvellarai filled with groves where bees fly to the asoka trees and swarm around their red flowers and the cuckoo birds coo loudly when they see those red flowers because they think that the bees have caught fire. I worship you. Give me your grace. - Verse 10:
1377. Kaliyan, the poet skilled at throwing poisoned spears in battle, composed ten pāsurams on the ancient god, the nectar, the divine, whose color is dark as kohl who stays in Thiruvellarai filled with shining palaces over which clouds float. If devotees sing these ten pāsurams without pausing they will become the kings of the gods.