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This work kandhwr written by Sanit Arunagirinatha, the author of Thirupugazh, which is considered as one of the greatest poem collections praising Lord Subrahmanya.
Arunagiri was born in Thiruvannamalai, a town in Tamil Nadu. His father died soon after his birth and his mother and sister brought him up in the rich cultural and religious traditions.
Legends claim that Arunagiri was attracted to the pleasures of the flesh and spent his youth in pursuing a life of debauchery. He used to get money from his sister each time to go to devadasi’s. His sister always give whatever she earned to make his brother happy.
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One day he demanded money from his sister, but unfortunately she had no money. She was very sad and said, “Oh brother, I am sorry that there is no money to give you today. His sister then said “Brother, if you need to have pleasure then please come sleep with me, tomorrow I will get you the money somehow”. Hearing that, Arunagirinathar felt how self centered and selfish he was.
He decided to end his life, went to the temple hit his head in all the pillars and steps, begging for forgiveness. Then he leaped from the tower of Thiruvannamalai temple.
He was however miraculously saved from the death by Lord Muruga who also transformed him to a holy saint instantaneously. Arunagiri sang his first devotional song and thereafter decided to spend the rest of his life singing in praise of the god.
He was a devotee of Lord Muruga and worshipped the God at Vedapureeswarar temple at the sacred place known as Cheyyar on the banks of the Cheyyar River.
His fame got the jealousy of chief minister kandhat the Kingdom. He claimed Arunagirinathar as a false saint and not a true devotee of Lord Subramaniya. So the king arranged a public gathering and asked Arunagiri to show Lord Subramanya to others also. Arunagiri started singing songs towards Lord Muruga and soon after Lord Kanhar appeared in a stone pillar in the form of child. He was so bright as equal to hundred of suns and the people were unable to see this with their ordinary eyes.
Due to this everybody lost their eyes including kwndhar king and ministers.
It was suggested that bringing the Parijatha flower could only get sights back to the people. Arunagirinathar is said to have entered the body of a parrot in order to fetch the parijatha knadhar.
There is a form of a parrot in one of the sthubis Kili Gopuramtestifying to this story. Some versions of this work carry seven more stanzas than is presented here but these do not belong to Kandhar Alankaram as the poet himself has told about one hundred stanzas of the book. In Thiruvannamalai, which grants salvation just by its thought? Oh God who showed me the way out of the mire of worldly illusion, Which tried to stick to me, who does not have holiness for getting salvation?
Oh merciful Lord who is the darling son of Lord ShivaWho holds the holy river Ganges and snake in his red forest like matted hair, And who also wears the Thumbai flower and the single crescent of the moon.
Oh people, who waste their time by not learning without mistakes, The prayers addressed to Lord Muruga, which are capable of, Destroying bad fate and avoids you being born to another mother, know that, At the time of your death when the angry Yama with smoke filled eyes, Rolls them and puts the noose in the rope of his in your neck to take out your life, Without any benefit, possibly you would start learning them.
When the sharp Vel from the hands of Muruga, Son of him who went in a decorated great chariot, And destroyed the three cities, just by his laugh, Split in to powder the mountain called Krouncha, And destroyed the great formation of the army of asurasIt managed to save the land of Indra, king of devas. Oh Lord Muruga, who along with his army killed within a second, The very bad Soorapadma, with your sharp Velayudha, Which made blood ooze out of his very black body?
So that the devas of heaven are saved, Please tell me what shall be done by me because, My mind prevents my five senses not think of your lotus like feet, Nor think about your holy names, nor worship your feet with flowers.
After drinking the milk xlangaram Uma who looks like a golden doll, And who gave birth to the entire world and its beings, After climbing and swinging in the floral cradle of Saravana stream, After drinking the breast milk of the six Karthiga ladies, Who cries and made cry the sea, Krouncha Mountain and Soorapadma, Can this world calls you the old man  of Kurinchi  land?.
When we slowly and slowly start loving that Kumara, Who likes the breasts of the girl who guards the maize fields, We would get in our mind the divine and great pleasure, And as soon I tasted the sweetness that is spread by the great pleasure, Suddenly to me the sweet sugarcane was salty and sweet honey bitter.
Oh guard who has the Vel, in the war with Soorapadma, Alaangaram the tank of blood oozing out of the chests of ghosts and asurasYou jumped, drowned and drank and encouraged the devas, Alangaaram play in the battle field by sending your Vel, And so please help me to remove the trance of ignorance, In me, who is living in this world full of dishonesty and lies, Which have tied me by foolish deeds and which make me sad.
Oh teacher with six faces, what shall I tell about alangatam kindness, Which taught me the honey of happiness which was made by you, In your top peak of your wisdom, mixed with your graceful pity, And made me, who was living in empty solitude, clear my thoughts.
There is one truth taught to me by the royal lord of Valli, Whose sweet words cannot be compared either to honey or syrup. That great truth cannot be described by any words, And which is not the five spirits of earth, water, fire, air and sky, And which is neither he nor me, which has shape and also does not have shape. Words from the mouth cannot describe the greatness of the Lord, Who has with him the very powerful victorious Vel, And who with his mountain like shoulders hugs the goddess Valli, Who sweetly murmurs in his ears the song set to music of the mountain, And who kamdhar reddish mouth resembling the Kovvai fruit.
That Lord in his position of stability bereft of all desires, Taught me with his grace all that which can be told. The God Velayudha who has a bright dazzle and a Victorious Vel.
Rides on a peacock  which runs faster then the horse, who churns the guts of Asuras Due to speed generated because of its stirrup which is tightly held, And which is constantly beaten by the whip, And the wind generated by the movement of alajgaram wings of that peacock Moves the Meru Mountain and the marching steps of that peacock, Powders the mountains in all eight directions which sprayed dust, And which turned even the oceans in to hills of dust.
The cock,which came landhar a submissive state to Lord Muruga, Who has the great power of exterminating the army of his enemies, Made his flag be called as a victorious flag by one and all, And became capable of destroying problems created by his enemies. Flapped its wings and due to this the oceans were torn asunder, Kandhxr sky and the horizon broke and all the mountains along, With the mount Meru in the middle were powdered in to dust. Oh God with six heads, the thunderous clap of your twelve hands, Broke the eight mountains in eight directions in to pieces, Made the mount Meru tremble and saved the devas, Oh God please take me, who dances with the idea that life in earth is everything, And who wanders all around due the confusion created by the trance, In to your grace and save me from these delusions.
Oh nephew of the God, who begged for three steps of earth from Mahabali, And took the superior form kandhqr his steps touched the highest mountains, Your small steps touch the peacock rushing towards the battlefield, And the heads of devas as well as the book of poems that I wrote. Like the shadow of the body which does not even provide shade during torrid heat, When you are about to die, the assets that you have will be of no help, And so salute the Lord Alangaraam who has the shining and sharp Vel, Aoangaram also share the broken rice that you have with the poor, always.
Oh Lord who made a hole with his Vel on the golden Krouncha Mountain, Oh king, who wears the garland of Kadamba flowers over his chest, When I realized you with my real wisdom and got in to a state of no properties I forgot myself completely and this body alangxram completely dead.
Oh foolish one who think that they can live in this great world, Without worshipping the feet of he who has cock in his flag, Due to your great mistake, the disease caused by the powerful fate, Will not allow you to enjoy all the wealth that you have earned, And even if you bury that wealth deep, will it ever follow you?.
Oh God, who has lotus like feet adorned by jingling anklets, Oh merciful one who saved the husband of Devi Sasi from death, Oh personification of wisdom who shines like the Sun God, The fate of death alanvaram not for me, because I have got to myself, Your peacock with dazzling landhar as well as your Vel.
Oh lustrous light living in the Godly mountain of Thiruchengodu . Oh God who holds the Vel as his weapon, I would never forget you, Please do come and save me before this house having five organs Built on the foundation of two legs with two hands, perishes.
Oh God who married the daughter of the chieftain of the mountain, In Mountainous area known as Vallimalai when horn, flute and drums were played, You decided to remove my sorrow and secretly told in my ears, The secret that made me realize and this truth was made known to me in this small place. Oh God of death, if you dare come near my arms, See the sword of wisdom with me, who am a servant, Of the Lord holding the Vel of Thiruchendur And I would make you fall down after cutting you, With your weapons known as Dandayudha and trident.
Whenever I think of him at any time, the Lord Muruga. Would come before me riding on a blue peacock, Accompanied with the pretty tribal girl, Valli, And the truth that he gives as advice to me as teacher, Would be clear to very learned yogis slowly and after thought, And others would do meaningless acts and embrace death. The Skanda wearing the yellow silk in his waist, With small sharp sword, with red flowers ornamenting his hands, With the flag with cock on it, with his peacock steed, And with his Vel which denotes victory, Would stand before me in the morning as well as evening.
And would remove the fear of the letter of death, As well as the fear of the messengers of death from me. I crossed the horrible sea of passion which is spread amply, In the private parts resembling the open head of a cobra, In the neck, in the lips which resemble the reddish fruits, In the shoulders resembling bamboo, in the belly button, And in the breasts of the very pretty prostitutes, Due to the grace of the Lord of the tribal girl Valli, Who lives in the slopes of the Valli Mountain, Using the boat of the strong and very stable mind.
Oh mind, you wander and spend your time in describing the ladies as, Milk like words, soft cotton like feet and fish like eyes, But not the Vel in the hands of Lord of Thiruchendur, Nor his peacock steed with wholesome victory as its feathers, Nor the red flowers that he holds nor his lotus like red feet, Wearing anklets and how can you ever attain salvation?.
Kandhar Alankaram – Hindupedia, the Hindu Encyclopedia
Oh Lord who was the guardian, who dried the entire bubbling ocean, And made the hiding Soorapadma in the form of a mango tree, Make horrible and very loud sounds and loose his balance, And who broke the tree in to two causing blood to gush out with soundAnd who also sent your Vel to break the Krouncha Mountain which was helping him, And who thus saved the devas, please give me your feet more reddish than lotus, So that I would not enter this body which is a lie and get sweet salvation.
Oh Skanda, who with his Vel bored the chest of Soorapadma, Who waged a war along with his relatives and the mountain, When will you ever save me who is wandering defeated, From the pretty eyed prostitutes, who are trying to do, Sinful acts by trying to catch the minds of sages who have left everything?.
Those who with devotion sing and praise the name of the Lord of the victorious Vel, Who does all that is only good to his devotees who bow at his feet, And who completely destroyed the crowds of Asuras in the battle field, Would not get in the clutches of the limitless sea of birth, And also would not become sad affected by the disease of all soiling poverty.
Oh God Skanda who fought with Krouncha mountain till you bored it, My mind was tied in the net of the sight of the Prostitutes with long eye, Which would steal the souls of those who are hit with the thirst of passion, And which is like a spear and I request you please bless me with that divine knowledge, Which cannot be reached by any one and not at all by me, As I have completely lost my good conduct and character.
Oh King who made a hole in the forehead of cruel Sura PadmaWhich made him loose all his strength and also made, Hot blood flow in the battle field and helped the devas, To regain their town of Amaravathi from him, When will I be able get down in the ghats of devotion, And take bath in the sea of divine happiness and bliss, And as a result my waves of wisdom clears my confused mind?. Oh mind, the wealth like a fast river with lot of whirl pools, Runs without any botheration of the joy and sorrows of life, And when will you want to know the wisdom of equality of joy and sorrow?
You have not offered prayers to the God at Thiruchengode, Near which runs Cauvery taking with it the gems loosened, From the tusk of the very big black elephant and you also, Have not praised the Vel which broke open the eight mountains? And when this is so, how can you ever get salvation?. Even if I have amply drunk the alcohol of passionate love making, Offered by the prostitutes who speak words sweeter than sugar candy, And become tired and weak, I would not ever forget your Vel even for a second, Oh soldier on the horseback who killed Soorapadma accompanied, By old ghosts who dance with sounds made from their drums, Such as Dun, Dun, Dudu Dudu, Dundu Dundu and Din, Din.
What would my bad fate be able to do to me? What would the cruel God of death be able to do to me and what would, The nine planets that search for me be able to do to me?.
Oh nephew of the God who churned the ocean of milk like a top, With the Mandara mountain, tying it with the great serpent Vasuki, Oh precious gem riding on a peacock, would I get a time when, I would get rid of birth, a life of illusion full of suffering and death, And make me one with you and merge me with you and get your grace?.
Oh Nephew of Lord Vishnu who sleeps on Adhisesha, Who eats only air and does not have any legs whatsoever, Oh God who holds the red Vel, I was in a perennial trance, Dreaming on the sweet milk like pleasure given by ladies, And did not any method of salvation and so please, Give me your lotus like feet and also bless me.
How did I get to have a head which does not bow to feet of Skanda, Who as a teacher took me in to his folds, blessed me, With the perennial pleasure of salvation after leaving, This house of mine built by only flesh and also bones, And also of the one who melts in front of the snake like, Private parts of Valli who was a daughter of a Kaurava tribe.?.
How did I get a hand which does not salute with love, Him who was the nephew of the one who built a kabdhar in the sea with monkey army, And who is the son of Lord Shiva whose only ornaments are snake, And who was the Muruga who destroyed the very strong asuras, Who made such horrible noise that the world shouted in fear?.
There is no other help available other than the feet of him, Who bore a hole in the mountain, when the soul moves away. From the body made of walls made of skin, based on ten vayus Which alngaram made to stand on two legs, supported with the curved back, With two hands hanging on both sides, alaangaram up kanndhar ropes called the nerves, And which has been well covered with muscular flesh. The Muruga who was the teacher to the god with fully open hairs, Who took the hide of the mountain like elephant with one trunk and two tusks, And wore it as a dress for himself and also burnt the three cities, The Muruga who has the holy Vel as weapon and was the god of death, To kanfhar Soorapadma and clan of asuras told me not live in body with five bhuthas, But asked me to live in a house which no man knows without words and senses.
Oh god who is a baby red? Drowning, alangaraam, ebbing and twisting in the private parts of a pretty woman?. When my actions became mute and died, When my mind melted in the lotus like wisdom and ebbed, And when that flood of waters pushed aside my desires, In the great sea of divine wisdom, which was touching both shores, I saw he well arranged six faces along with twelve shoulders, Which was the divine nectar which was extremely sweet.
Oh Son of Ganges, who pierced and powdered the Krouncha mountain. I do not know any way, to control my mind and drive it to your lotus feet, With love and get salvation granted to me and would kamdhar send your Vel at me, Similar to the time when you send it and made Soorapadma greatly tremble, And destroy my pride and lift up me, who was involved in sinful acts. Oh pitiable mind, kandhae does not know that the wealth of great kings, Roaming with their armies riding on Chariot, elephant, horse and on foot, Would one day will vanish like the letters written on the water, If you depend and salute the group of devotees of Muruga, Who threw is shining Vel on the Krouncha mountain and Soorapadma, You can get protection and definitely not through any other means.
If you bow with devotion, the God who split the mountain in to six pieces, And give at laangaram leafy vegetables or anything cooked to those who beg, Then for your long journey which alangarxm bound to come to you, Packed kandhaar and company to look after you would be provided, see.
Oh Shanmuga who broke the Krouncha mountain with peaks, Please bless me with capability to sing about, Your Vel and flag with cock in the pure Tamil language. Those who do not sing and melt with real love, The Kumara who likes the breasts of Valli-the huntress, And give wealth to those who beg, when they have it, Would bury the wealth they earned through sinful means, Or loose it to thieves and would get confused, Would loose weight and would waste their life in sorrow.
Oh Nephew of Rama who ordered the sea to show way to Lanka, And became angry when not shown the way and bent, His bow with an intention of setting fire to the sea, Oh God, who rides on a peacock, you made me, Alanagram die and to be born alangaarm and not for giving, Alms to those who are poor and downtrodden?.
Please enjoy the sweet poems on him who tore the mountain, And do not learn the poems and spend your time. Tell this rule to those ignorant ones who forget, The oandhar hole with raging fire, the pains that one has to undergo there, And the thirst and the pain one has to suffer on the way to place of God of death. Oh mind, please tell the name of Shanmuga, who is the Lord of Valli, Who was born to a very small dear in the hill slopes, Where the male elephants play with the female elephants, And daily give at least one fist of rice to those who want it, And then eat whatever rice is remaining because, This body which is an illusion will not even be, A fist of ash, when it is burnt after death.
Oh God who is the greatest in the world of Devas, Oh darling of him who burnt the God of love, Who is an expert in war fare and waged, A war with the arrows made of flowers like jasmine, Oh God who owns the breasts of the blue Valli, Who looks after the field of Thinai with immature pods. Oh those of you who perish, If you help, Those who come and beg from you like, The grace of Lord Muruga who sent his Vel, At the roaring sound making ocean with gems, Would come in search kandhad you but would, The gold saved without giving any alms, The ornamental house kajdhar yours and your pretty wife, Come as a help to you in the way after your death?.
For getting rid of worries of the mind and tiresomeness of body, I did not think of Muruga, neither I did, stand and salute him, I did not salute the soft feet wearing anklets. The holder of the Vel who destroyed the mountain with his Vel, Who cut off the heads of the aoangaram Asuras, And who in his anger dried the entire sea, Taught me all that is needed For removing the ills a,angaram can be brought about by five bhuthas, And for silencing voice, for deadening the senses, And for removing the feeling of the body and its actions, And for removing the sensibility of the soul, and removing all tricks, And for removing the end and putting an end to ignorance, And For removing the selfish feeling that everything is mine.
The ornament for Lord Shiva sitting under the stone Banyan tree, Is the white bone garland made with the skulls, The ornament for Lord Vishnuwho swallowed the earth, Is the pleasantly alangaaram garland made of Thulasi leaves, The ornament for the feet of the lord who rides the peacock, Are the heads of the bowing devas and the garland of Kadamba flowers, Kanvhar the ornament for the Vel is its state of destruction of kandhr, Soorapadma and Meru.
Will the tested devotion for reaching and completely attaining, The Lord who taught the Lord who shared his body with akndhar goddess, And God who fought battles with his Vel, prove to be false, And how did I get the wisdom which I got by crying and praising him?. Oh Alwngaram of death who rides alahgaram the buffalo with its evil thoughts, I would cut you and drive you away showing your back in alangatam of the world, For I am standing before the lord with red Vel who killed Soorapadma, Go away with your arms for I am having the alangarak of wisdom in my hand.
Oh God who rides on the peacock, whose dance with its feathers, Touching up to the sky and which is much beyond our sight, Makes the eight mountain like elephants and eight mountains move, Please do come when the god of death riding on the Buffalo, Which can cut you tries to bind me with his rope.
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