நாடகத்தால் உன் அடியார் போல் நடித்து நான் நடுவே
வீடகத்தே புகுந்திடுவான் மிகப்பெரிதும் விரைகின்றேன்
ஆடகச்சீர் மணிக்குன்றே இடை அறா அன்பு உனக்கு என்
ஊடகத்தே நின்று உருகத் தந்தருள் எம் உடையானே
Pretending as a true devotee, I stand amidst your other devotees
in the hope that with them, I shall soon attain you and be liberated.
Oh, the mountain of gold and all wealth, I ask from you
nothing but for my heart to forever melt in your love!
(Thiruvasagam, 5.2.1)
Immaculate rhyme and prosody combined with an expression straight from the depth of the heart - I wonder what could be personally more moving than the above verse in Thiruvasagam. The saint's humility is far from human. He calls himself a pretentious actor pursuing liberation! By that he acknowledges liberation as the ultimate destiny of the soul and yet refrains from asking for it. So suffused he is with his blissful love for God that he prays only to be filled with more love! Also he knows, irrespective of his intentions, by seeking satsanga or the company of truth-seekers he is bound to be brought on to the right path. Having fully identified with the Lord, one wonders however, if he himself needed it or was just setting an example for us to follow.
Everything to him is a lie, including his own quest which he calls an act. But is he not the same saint who in a different verse (refer previous blog post) claims that he has forsaken all lies? Is he contradicting himself? Probably not. In the cosmic dream that we inhabit, the unceasing flurry of thoughts in the mind may be a lie, the various actions we perform may be a delusion; But what stays on as true and leads us through births is the longing for God in the heart. And this is the only truth that he seeks - To love God with all his heart and melt in it.
The great Tamizh scholar and speaker Ki.Va.Ja presents an interesting story (Which I heard through scholar Suki Sivam) to explain this verse. "A person plays the role of a king in a play and in the act, is given a glass of poisoned milk by the queen, which he drinks and dies. The glass in the play is filled with actual milk, that the actor drinks. The play ends and the actor returns home. His wife prepares for dinner, for which he says that he is full with the milk he drank and is not hungry. A rather simple and plausible event. An interesting analogy can be drawn from this though. The king and queen were false, the story was an act, the words spoken were lies and yet in the middle of so many lies, the experience of drinking stays on as a lasting truth. And so is the play of life. Everything we perceive as true is a mere delusion. And yet what we experience from the heart continues to lead us... one play after the other."
(The picture above is of a devotee offering morning prayers in the Ganges river, Varanasi)






