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8.138 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿
𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 - 𑘢𑘳𑘪𑘹𑘬𑘳 𑘎𑘻𑘡𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘨𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘡𑘳𑘦𑘿
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𑘃𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘝𑘨𑘳 𑘦𑘡𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘺, 𑘃𑘨𑘿𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘃𑘨𑘿𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘊𑘡𑘿 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘄𑘨𑘳𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘲,
𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘝𑘨𑘳 𑘓𑘳𑘪𑘺 𑘊𑘡𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘰𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘲𑘡𑘺 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘎𑘯𑘩𑘿 𑘃𑘜𑘺𑘎𑘯𑘿;
𑘌𑘨𑘳𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘺 𑘄𑘩𑘪𑘳 𑘓𑘘𑘺 𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘡𑘨𑘲𑘎𑘯𑘿 𑘊𑘩𑘿𑘩𑘰𑘦𑘿
𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘳𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘺 𑘁𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘲𑘧 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘹!

1

𑘢𑘜𑘿 𑘁𑘨𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘦𑘻𑘯𑘲 𑘦𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘺 𑘢𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘰! 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘁𑘯𑘿 𑘁𑘡𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳
𑘄𑘜𑘿 𑘁𑘨𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘁𑘨𑘿 𑘀𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘹! 𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘺
𑘦𑘜𑘿 𑘁𑘨𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘢𑘲𑘬𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘳 𑘁𑘯𑘿𑘪𑘰𑘧𑘿, 𑘡𑘲 𑘪𑘰' 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘡;
𑘎𑘜𑘿 𑘁𑘨 𑘄𑘧𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘎𑘯𑘩𑘿 𑘎𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘹!

2

You share your body with your wife whose words are like music.
You are sweet nectar to your devotees, your servants.
You made me, your slave, yours.
Give me your grace and remove my births on this earth.
You called me saying, “Come to me!”
Do I not survive worshiping your ornamented feet?

𑘁𑘝𑘦𑘿 𑘃𑘩𑘲 𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘿, 𑘢𑘲𑘬𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳, 𑘃𑘬𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳, 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳 𑘡𑘨𑘎𑘲𑘩𑘿,
𑘁𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘦𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘃𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘲𑘧𑘹, 𑘀𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘪𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳, 𑘁! 𑘁!' 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘳,
𑘌𑘝𑘦𑘿 𑘦𑘩𑘲 𑘡𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘳 𑘄𑘜𑘿𑘘 𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘄𑘡𑘿
𑘢𑘰𑘝 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘿 𑘎𑘰𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘲𑘧 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘊𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘨𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘨𑘡𑘹!

3

O highest of the high, I do not have anyone to depend on
and I plunge into the terrible hell of birth and death.
Come and save me.
You drank the poison from the milky ocean.
You made me, your slave, yours,
and you show me the path of worshiping your lotus feet.
I think of your power always and receive your grace

𑘢𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘺𑘝𑘿 𑘝𑘰𑘯𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘪𑘳 𑘁𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘲! 𑘢𑘘𑘨𑘿 𑘓𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘢𑘰𑘝 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘿
𑘄𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘨𑘿 𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘺 𑘄𑘧𑘿𑘧𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳,
𑘊𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘁𑘨𑘿 𑘓𑘲𑘬𑘳 𑘝𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘪𑘦𑘿 𑘊𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘝𑘹, 𑘀𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘻! 𑘊𑘡𑘿
𑘓𑘲𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘄𑘧𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘬𑘦𑘿 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘺𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘹!

4

You are the dancer with thick jata
and you have tied a green snake around your waist.
Great sages worship your lotus feet.
I should not worship other small deities—save me from them.
What a wonder, you have entered my mind
and showed me how to worship you.
Isn’t this the way you give your grace to all?

𑘎𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘿 𑘎𑘩𑘺 𑘗𑘰𑘡𑘦𑘿; 𑘎𑘓𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘄𑘨𑘳𑘎𑘹𑘡𑘿; 𑘁𑘧𑘲𑘘𑘲𑘡𑘳𑘦𑘿,
𑘦𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘿 𑘢𑘲𑘬 𑘝𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘪𑘦𑘿; 𑘪𑘰𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘃𑘧𑘩𑘰𑘩𑘿, 𑘪𑘰𑘨𑘿 𑘎𑘯𑘩𑘿 𑘪𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳
𑘄𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘳, 𑘃𑘬𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘃𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘿; 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘢𑘿
𑘢𑘻𑘡𑘿 𑘝𑘪𑘲𑘓𑘳 𑘡𑘰𑘧𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘃𑘘𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘢𑘻𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘹!

5

I have not learned any art and am not wise.
Even though I have not melted in my heart thinking of you,
I have not thought of any other gods or worshiped them.
I am your slave.
I, a dog, came to you and am proud of being your devotee.
O lord, you gave me a golden seat.
Isn’t this the way you give your grace to all?

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𑘢𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘳 𑘁𑘧 𑘀𑘘𑘲 𑘦𑘘𑘪𑘰𑘨𑘿 𑘎𑘘𑘺𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘰𑘩𑘿, 𑘃𑘘𑘨𑘿𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘳,
𑘡𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘳 𑘁𑘧 𑘝𑘳𑘧𑘨𑘿 𑘎𑘳𑘨, 𑘡𑘘𑘳𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘪𑘹𑘡𑘿; 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘩𑘿
𑘄𑘧𑘿𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘹𑘡𑘿; 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘺,
𑘀𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘹𑘩𑘿,' 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘁𑘜𑘿𑘘 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘀𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘩𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘀𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘹!

6

I suffer caught by the sidelong glances
of women with feet soft as cotton
and I cannot escape from them.
When I see them, I shiver as if I had drunk poison.
You are the nectar that dances in the divine hall of Thillai.
O lord, you made me yours,
and you gave me your grace saying, “Do not be afraid!”
Isn’t this the way you give your grace to all?

𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘺𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘲𑘬𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘃𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳, 𑘃𑘦𑘺𑘧𑘪𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘧 𑘌𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘰,
𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘿𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘺𑘝𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘄𑘬𑘺𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿,
𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘿, 𑘡𑘲 𑘀𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘡𑘹𑘎𑘪𑘹 𑘢𑘳𑘎𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘲, 𑘁𑘘𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘝𑘳,
𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘹 𑘡𑘻𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘲𑘧 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!

7

O Shiva, great god of southern Thirupperundurai,
even the gods in the sky do not know you.
You removed my births and made me yours,
melting my heart and entering there with love.
You face the southern direction and give your grace to all

𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘹, 𑘦𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘝 𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘩𑘰𑘡𑘹, 𑘦𑘳𑘘𑘲𑘪𑘳 𑘃𑘩𑘿𑘩𑘰
𑘌𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘹, 𑘢𑘻𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘄𑘜𑘿𑘦𑘺𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘧𑘿, 𑘃𑘡𑘿𑘦𑘺𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘧𑘿,
𑘢𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘢𑘳𑘎𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘃𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘨𑘯𑘿𑘪𑘹𑘡𑘺, 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘜𑘺𑘧𑘲𑘡𑘰𑘩𑘿
𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘿𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘹, 𑘡𑘲 𑘁𑘜𑘿𑘘 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!

8

You are the endless god,
the first one, ageless, the highest, praised by the everlasting Vedas,
the meaning of everything, and being and non-being.
When I suffered in this world you came and saved me.
O great lord, isn’t this the way you give your grace to all?

𑘦𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘳 𑘃𑘡𑘲𑘧 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘿𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘰𑘝𑘦𑘿, 𑘦𑘡𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘩𑘿 𑘪𑘯𑘨𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘄𑘯𑘿 𑘄𑘨𑘳𑘎,
𑘝𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘳𑘝𑘻𑘬𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘦𑘲𑘎 𑘀𑘩𑘬𑘲, 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿' 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘊𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲,
𑘢𑘨𑘳𑘎𑘲𑘧 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘢𑘨𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘜𑘺𑘝𑘿 𑘝𑘘𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘘𑘩𑘲𑘩𑘿 𑘢𑘘𑘲𑘪𑘳 𑘁𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘬𑘳,
𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘿 𑘊𑘡𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳, 𑘃𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘃𑘘𑘺𑘦𑘨𑘳𑘝𑘹 𑘃𑘘𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘻𑘜𑘿𑘘 𑘀𑘦𑘿𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!

9

Whenever I am afraid of anything, I think of your lotus feet
and. keeping them in my mind, my heart melting,
I worship you, crying out, “O lord Shiva!”
I have plunged into the wide ocean of your divine compassion.
O god of Thiruvidaimaruthur, give me your grace

𑘡𑘰𑘡𑘹𑘧𑘻 𑘝𑘪𑘦𑘿 𑘓𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘿? 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘰𑘧 𑘡𑘦' 𑘊𑘡𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘹𑘡𑘿?
𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘿 𑘁𑘧𑘿, 𑘃𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘦𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘧𑘿, 𑘝𑘲𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿
𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘹 𑘪𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘊𑘡𑘝𑘳 𑘄𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘎𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘿 𑘓𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘿
𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘁𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘄𑘧𑘲𑘨𑘿 𑘪𑘰𑘯𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘺 𑘌𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘪𑘹𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘘𑘪𑘹!

10

I did tapas and learned the mantra, “Shivaya namaha.”
The lord Shiva, honey, sweet nectar, sweet to all,
came to me, entered my heart and gave his grace to me, his slave.
That very day I began to hate this life and this body made of flesh

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8.101 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘳𑘨𑘰𑘜𑘦𑘿 - 𑘡𑘦𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘰𑘧 𑘪𑘰𑘀𑘯𑘿𑘎
Tune - (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.105.01 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘎𑘦𑘿 - I 𑘦𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘧𑘳𑘜𑘨𑘿𑘝𑘩𑘿 (1-10) 𑘦𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘲
Tune - 𑘀𑘧𑘲𑘎𑘲𑘨𑘲 𑘡𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘡𑘲 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.105.02 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘎𑘦𑘿 - II. 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘪𑘳𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘩𑘿 (11-20) 𑘡𑘰𑘘𑘎𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘩𑘿 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘢𑘻𑘩𑘿
Tune - 𑘀𑘧𑘲𑘎𑘲𑘨𑘲 𑘡𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘡𑘲 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.105.03 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘎𑘦𑘿 - III. 𑘓𑘳𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘩𑘿 (21-30) 𑘪𑘹𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘰𑘯𑘿 𑘪𑘲𑘨𑘲 𑘓𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘧𑘿!
Tune - 𑘪𑘹𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘰𑘯𑘿 𑘪𑘲𑘨𑘲 𑘓𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘧𑘿! (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.105.04 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘎𑘦𑘿 - IV 𑘁𑘡𑘿𑘦 𑘓𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲 (31-40) 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘲𑘩𑘺; 𑘎𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘿
Tune - (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.105.05 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘎𑘦𑘿 - V 𑘎𑘺𑘦𑘿𑘦𑘰𑘬𑘳 𑘎𑘻𑘘𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘩𑘿 (41-50) 𑘃𑘨𑘳 𑘎𑘺 𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘺𑘧𑘺 𑘌𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘃𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳
Tune - (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.105.06 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘎𑘦𑘿 - VI 𑘀𑘡𑘳𑘢𑘻𑘎 𑘓𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲 (51-60) 𑘃𑘓𑘡𑘹! 𑘊𑘡𑘿 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹
Tune - 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎 𑘄𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘩𑘿 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎𑘪𑘹 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.105.07 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘎𑘦𑘿 - VII. 𑘎𑘰𑘨𑘳𑘜𑘲𑘧𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘃𑘨𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘩𑘿 (61-70) 𑘝𑘨𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘲𑘩𑘹𑘡𑘿 𑘎𑘰𑘧 𑘪𑘰𑘯𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘺
Tune - (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.105.08 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘎𑘦𑘿 -VIII. 𑘁𑘡𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘀𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘩𑘿 (71-80) 𑘢𑘳𑘜𑘨𑘿𑘢𑘿𑘢 𑘝𑘻𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘺 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘺
Tune - 𑘌𑘦𑘿 𑘡𑘦 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘰𑘧 𑘌𑘦𑘿 - 𑘌𑘦𑘿 𑘡𑘦 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘰𑘧 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.105.09 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘎𑘦𑘿 -IX . 𑘁𑘡𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘢𑘨𑘪𑘓𑘦𑘿 (81-90) 𑘪𑘲𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘳𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘹𑘘𑘳 𑘢𑘻𑘧𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘁𑘎𑘰𑘝𑘳
Tune - (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.105.10 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘎𑘦𑘿 - X. 𑘁𑘡𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘝𑘲𑘝𑘦𑘿 (91-100) 𑘦𑘰𑘬𑘳 𑘃𑘩𑘰𑘝 𑘦𑘰𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘜𑘺 𑘪𑘹𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘦𑘹
Tune - 𑘮𑘨𑘲𑘪𑘨𑘰𑘓𑘡𑘦𑘿 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.120 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘯𑘳𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘲 - 𑘢𑘻𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘿 𑘪𑘰𑘯𑘿𑘦𑘳𑘝
Tune - 𑘢𑘳𑘬𑘡𑘲𑘨𑘿𑘦𑘺 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.123 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘓𑘹𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘩𑘰𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘢𑘻𑘧𑘿𑘧𑘡𑘹𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘎𑘦𑘿𑘡𑘹𑘎𑘢𑘿
Tune - 𑘮𑘨𑘲𑘪𑘨𑘰𑘓𑘡𑘦𑘿 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.124 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘘𑘺𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘩𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘓𑘹𑘯𑘳𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘦𑘩𑘝𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘯𑘡𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿
Tune - 𑘀𑘧𑘲𑘎𑘲𑘨𑘲 𑘡𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘡𑘲 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.125 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘓𑘺𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘘𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘻𑘡𑘿 𑘎𑘰𑘜𑘦𑘰𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘰𑘎𑘿
Tune - 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘘𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘻𑘡𑘿 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.126 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘝𑘲𑘓𑘧𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘪𑘺𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘦𑘰𑘘𑘹𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘳𑘦𑘿
Tune - 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘘𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘻𑘡𑘿 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.127 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘜𑘨𑘿𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘲𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘓𑘳𑘘𑘨𑘿𑘢𑘻𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘺𑘝𑘿 𑘝𑘻𑘯𑘰𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘺
Tune - 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘘𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘻𑘡𑘿 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.128 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘪𑘰𑘯𑘰𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘢𑘰𑘨𑘻𑘘𑘳 𑘪𑘲𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘰𑘧𑘿𑘢𑘿
Tune - 𑘀𑘎𑘿𑘬𑘨𑘦𑘜𑘦𑘰𑘩𑘺 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.129 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘘𑘿𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘓𑘻𑘝𑘲𑘧𑘹 𑘓𑘳𑘘𑘨𑘹
Tune - 𑘀𑘎𑘿𑘬𑘨𑘦𑘜𑘦𑘰𑘩𑘺 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.132 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘲𑘨𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘡𑘺𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘎𑘩𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘘𑘲
Tune - 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎 𑘄𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘩𑘿 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎𑘪𑘹 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.133 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘳𑘯𑘺𑘝𑘿𑘝 𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘎𑘳𑘯𑘺𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘩𑘿 𑘢𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘺𑘎𑘿
Tune - 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎 𑘄𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘩𑘿 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎𑘪𑘹 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.134 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘄𑘧𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘲𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘢𑘺𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘰𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘘 𑘀𑘨𑘪𑘹𑘨𑘩𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘩𑘿
Tune - (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.136 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘰𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘲𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘝𑘲𑘎𑘦𑘿 - 𑘢𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘨𑘺 𑘦𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘺𑘝𑘡𑘿
Tune - 𑘀𑘧𑘲𑘎𑘲𑘨𑘲 𑘡𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘡𑘲 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.138 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘹𑘓𑘬𑘪𑘳 - 𑘃𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘳𑘝𑘨𑘳 𑘦𑘡𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘺
Tune - 𑘢𑘳𑘪𑘹𑘬𑘳 𑘎𑘻𑘡𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘨𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘡𑘳𑘦𑘿 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.141 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘬𑘿𑘢𑘳𑘝𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘦𑘺𑘧 𑘩𑘰𑘧𑘿𑘃𑘡𑘿𑘝
Tune - 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘘𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘻𑘡𑘿 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.142 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘓𑘹𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘲𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 - 𑘝𑘹𑘪 𑘝𑘹𑘪𑘡𑘿𑘦𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘓𑘿
Tune - (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.143 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘺 - 𑘦𑘰𑘝𑘲𑘪𑘨𑘿 𑘢𑘰𑘎𑘡𑘿
Tune - 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎 𑘄𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘩𑘿 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎𑘪𑘹 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.144 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘊𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘝𑘲𑘎𑘦𑘿 - 𑘢𑘰𑘨𑘳𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘧
Tune - 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎 𑘄𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘩𑘿 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎𑘪𑘹 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.147 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘹𑘜𑘿𑘢𑘰 - 𑘪𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘧 𑘪𑘲𑘡𑘺𑘧𑘲𑘨𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳𑘦𑘿
Tune - 𑘊𑘨𑘰𑘨𑘿 𑘃𑘯𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘲𑘯𑘲𑘧𑘹 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.148 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘰𑘧 𑘡𑘰𑘡𑘿𑘦𑘬𑘺 - 𑘢𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘰𑘧 𑘡𑘰𑘡𑘿𑘦𑘬𑘺𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿
Tune - 𑘊𑘨𑘰𑘨𑘿 𑘃𑘯𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘲𑘯𑘲𑘧𑘹 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

8.150 𑘦𑘰𑘜𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎 𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘓𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘡𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘦𑘰𑘩𑘺 - 𑘦𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘹 𑘨𑘡𑘺𑘧
Tune - 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎 𑘄𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘩𑘿 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘎𑘪𑘹 (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

12.900 𑘎𑘘𑘪𑘳𑘜𑘿𑘦𑘰𑘦𑘳𑘡𑘲𑘪𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘝𑘪𑘳𑘨𑘨𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘨𑘰𑘜𑘦𑘿
Tune - (𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘁𑘪𑘳𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 )

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𑘃𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘝𑘨𑘳 𑘦𑘡𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘺, 𑘃𑘨𑘿𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘃𑘨𑘿𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘊𑘡𑘿 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘄𑘨𑘳𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘲, 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘝𑘨𑘳 𑘓𑘳𑘪𑘺 𑘊𑘡𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘰𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘲𑘡𑘺 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘎𑘯𑘩𑘿 𑘃𑘜𑘺𑘎𑘯𑘿; 𑘌𑘨𑘳𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘺 𑘄𑘩𑘪𑘳 𑘓𑘘𑘺 𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘡𑘨𑘲𑘎𑘯𑘿 𑘊𑘩𑘿𑘩𑘰𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘳𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘺 𑘁𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘲𑘧 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘹!	1

𑘢𑘜𑘿 𑘁𑘨𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘦𑘻𑘯𑘲 𑘦𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘺 𑘢𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘰! 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘁𑘯𑘿 𑘁𑘡𑘰𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘄𑘜𑘿 𑘁𑘨𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘁𑘨𑘿 𑘀𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘹! 𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘺 𑘦𑘜𑘿 𑘁𑘨𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘢𑘲𑘬𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘳 𑘁𑘯𑘿𑘪𑘰𑘧𑘿, 𑘡𑘲 𑘪𑘰' 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘡; 𑘎𑘜𑘿 𑘁𑘨 𑘄𑘧𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘎𑘯𑘩𑘿 𑘎𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘹!	2
You share your body with your wife whose words are like music. You are sweet nectar to your devotees, your servants. You made me, your slave, yours. Give me your grace and remove my births on this earth. You called me saying, “Come to me!” Do I not survive worshiping your ornamented feet?
𑘁𑘝𑘦𑘿 𑘃𑘩𑘲 𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘿, 𑘢𑘲𑘬𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳, 𑘃𑘬𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳, 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳 𑘡𑘨𑘎𑘲𑘩𑘿, 𑘁𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘦𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘃𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘲𑘧𑘹, 𑘀𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘪𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳, 𑘁! 𑘁!' 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘳, 𑘌𑘝𑘦𑘿 𑘦𑘩𑘲 𑘡𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘳 𑘄𑘜𑘿𑘘 𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘢𑘰𑘝 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘿 𑘎𑘰𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘲𑘧 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘊𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘨𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘨𑘡𑘹!	3
O highest of the high, I do not have anyone to depend on and I plunge into the terrible hell of birth and death. Come and save me. You drank the poison from the milky ocean. You made me, your slave, yours, and you show me the path of worshiping your lotus feet. I think of your power always and receive your grace
𑘢𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘺𑘝𑘿 𑘝𑘰𑘯𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘪𑘳 𑘁𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘲! 𑘢𑘘𑘨𑘿 𑘓𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘢𑘰𑘝 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘿 𑘄𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘨𑘿 𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘺 𑘄𑘧𑘿𑘧𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳, 𑘊𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘁𑘨𑘿 𑘓𑘲𑘬𑘳 𑘝𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘪𑘦𑘿 𑘊𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘝𑘹, 𑘀𑘓𑘿𑘓𑘻! 𑘊𑘡𑘿 𑘓𑘲𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘄𑘧𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘬𑘦𑘿 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘺𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘹!	4
You are the dancer with thick jata and you have tied a green snake around your waist. Great sages worship your lotus feet. I should not worship other small deities—save me from them. What a wonder, you have entered my mind and showed me how to worship you. Isn’t this the way you give your grace to all?
𑘎𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘿 𑘎𑘩𑘺 𑘗𑘰𑘡𑘦𑘿; 𑘎𑘓𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘄𑘨𑘳𑘎𑘹𑘡𑘿; 𑘁𑘧𑘲𑘘𑘲𑘡𑘳𑘦𑘿, 𑘦𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘿 𑘢𑘲𑘬 𑘝𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘪𑘦𑘿; 𑘪𑘰𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘃𑘧𑘩𑘰𑘩𑘿, 𑘪𑘰𑘨𑘿 𑘎𑘯𑘩𑘿 𑘪𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘄𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘳, 𑘃𑘬𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘃𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘿; 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘻𑘡𑘿 𑘝𑘪𑘲𑘓𑘳 𑘡𑘰𑘧𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘃𑘘𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘢𑘻𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘹!	5
I have not learned any art and am not wise. Even though I have not melted in my heart thinking of you, I have not thought of any other gods or worshiped them. I am your slave. I, a dog, came to you and am proud of being your devotee. O lord, you gave me a golden seat. Isn’t this the way you give your grace to all?
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𑘢𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘳 𑘁𑘧 𑘀𑘘𑘲 𑘦𑘘𑘪𑘰𑘨𑘿 𑘎𑘘𑘺𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘰𑘩𑘿, 𑘃𑘘𑘨𑘿𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘳, 𑘡𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘳 𑘁𑘧 𑘝𑘳𑘧𑘨𑘿 𑘎𑘳𑘨, 𑘡𑘘𑘳𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘪𑘹𑘡𑘿; 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘩𑘿 𑘄𑘧𑘿𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘹𑘡𑘿; 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘡𑘺, 𑘀𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘹𑘩𑘿,' 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘁𑘜𑘿𑘘 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘀𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘩𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘀𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘹!	6
I suffer caught by the sidelong glances of women with feet soft as cotton and I cannot escape from them. When I see them, I shiver as if I had drunk poison. You are the nectar that dances in the divine hall of Thillai. O lord, you made me yours, and you gave me your grace saying, “Do not be afraid!” Isn’t this the way you give your grace to all?
𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘺𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘲𑘬𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘃𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳, 𑘃𑘦𑘺𑘧𑘪𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘧 𑘌𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘰, 𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘿𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘺𑘝𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘄𑘬𑘺𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿, 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘿, 𑘡𑘲 𑘀𑘎𑘦𑘿 𑘡𑘹𑘎𑘪𑘹 𑘢𑘳𑘎𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘲, 𑘁𑘘𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘝𑘳, 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘹 𑘡𑘻𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘲𑘧 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!	7
O Shiva, great god of southern Thirupperundurai, even the gods in the sky do not know you. You removed my births and made me yours, melting my heart and entering there with love. You face the southern direction and give your grace to all
𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘹, 𑘦𑘳𑘪𑘰𑘝 𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘩𑘰𑘡𑘹, 𑘦𑘳𑘘𑘲𑘪𑘳 𑘃𑘩𑘿𑘩𑘰 𑘌𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘹, 𑘢𑘻𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘄𑘜𑘿𑘦𑘺𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘧𑘿, 𑘃𑘡𑘿𑘦𑘺𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘧𑘿, 𑘢𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘢𑘳𑘎𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘃𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘨𑘯𑘿𑘪𑘹𑘡𑘺, 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘜𑘺𑘧𑘲𑘡𑘰𑘩𑘿 𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘿𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘹, 𑘡𑘲 𑘁𑘜𑘿𑘘 𑘁𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!	8
You are the endless god, the first one, ageless, the highest, praised by the everlasting Vedas, the meaning of everything, and being and non-being. When I suffered in this world you came and saved me. O great lord, isn’t this the way you give your grace to all?
𑘦𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘳 𑘃𑘡𑘲𑘧 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘿𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘰𑘝𑘦𑘿, 𑘦𑘡𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘩𑘿 𑘪𑘯𑘨𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘄𑘯𑘿 𑘄𑘨𑘳𑘎, 𑘝𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘳𑘝𑘻𑘬𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘦𑘲𑘎 𑘀𑘩𑘬𑘲, 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿' 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘊𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲, 𑘢𑘨𑘳𑘎𑘲𑘧 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘢𑘨𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘜𑘺𑘝𑘿 𑘝𑘘𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘘𑘩𑘲𑘩𑘿 𑘢𑘘𑘲𑘪𑘳 𑘁𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘬𑘳, 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘿 𑘊𑘡𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳, 𑘃𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘃𑘘𑘺𑘦𑘨𑘳𑘝𑘹 𑘃𑘘𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘻𑘜𑘿𑘘 𑘀𑘦𑘿𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!	9
Whenever I am afraid of anything, I think of your lotus feet and. keeping them in my mind, my heart melting, I worship you, crying out, “O lord Shiva!” I have plunged into the wide ocean of your divine compassion. O god of Thiruvidaimaruthur, give me your grace
𑘡𑘰𑘡𑘹𑘧𑘻 𑘝𑘪𑘦𑘿 𑘓𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘿? 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘰𑘧 𑘡𑘦' 𑘊𑘡𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘹𑘡𑘿? 𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘿 𑘁𑘧𑘿, 𑘃𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘦𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘧𑘿, 𑘝𑘲𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿 𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘹 𑘪𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘊𑘡𑘝𑘳 𑘄𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘎𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘿 𑘓𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘿 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘁𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘄𑘧𑘲𑘨𑘿 𑘪𑘰𑘯𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘺 𑘌𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘹, 𑘪𑘹𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘘𑘪𑘹!	10
I did tapas and learned the mantra, “Shivaya namaha.” The lord Shiva, honey, sweet nectar, sweet to all, came to me, entered my heart and gave his grace to me, his slave. That very day I began to hate this life and this body made of flesh
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