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THE GREAT SHIVA DEVOTEE MANIKYAVACHAKAR


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He was a great Shiva devotee, this simple Brahmin called Vaadavurar,
Admired by Pandian king for his brilliance, he became his prime minister.
When charged with the task of procuring horses for the king at Madurai,
 He proceeded thereupon with plenty of Royal Gold to a village Tiruperundurai.

There at a temple, the minister did in great joy meet a learned Siddha,
And forgot everything realizing in bliss that it was indeed his Iswara.
Lord Shiva was indeed there to bless his devotee with Jnana Upadesa,
After conferring Divine Knowledge, he addressed him as Manikyavachaka.

Thereafter Manikyavachaka forgot the horses , forgot the king’s instruction,
Fully immersed as he was in the temple and Iswara’s benediction.
When all the Gold was for the temple spent, he realized he had empty purses
He then prayed to the Lord Shiva not knowing how to deliver the horses.

Though delivering miracle horses with the help of Divine intervention,
Manikyavachakar had however to suffer some minor tribulation.
Abandoning material life even though the King later realized his sincerity,
Manikyavachakar  gifted to the world Tiruvasakam  and other divine poetry.




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