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THAYUMANAVAR


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Thayumanavar, a great soul from the ancient Tamil city of Thanjavur,
Started life as an adviser to the King of Tiruchi, Sri Chokkanathar.
When he sought spiritual initiation from maunaguru, the great Sivachariar,
The latter advised him to ‘keep quiet’ and continue with his household career.

But the king who saw the saintliness reflect in the soul of Thayumanavar
Felt that he was destined for a greater purpose than just being an administrator.
Thus it transpired that the learned adviser gradually mastered his own mind, 
And by meditation and contemplation, he left his material life far behind.

By his austerities and self-control, he developed such awesome mind power,
He was able from afar, to sense and extinguish a temple deity on fire.
At Rameswaram, seeing the drought affected people and their pain,
He prayed fervently to the Gods and was able to bring them rain.

Composing in his lifetime more than 1400 Tamil poems in silence,
Thayumanavar was able to bring to his readers relief and solace.
In the year of 1742, in the month of January,
He attained Samadhi after a life filled with glory.


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