Anukampa Dasakam

Such Mercy that even to an ant

Would brook not the least harm to befall,

O Mercy-Maker do vouchsafe with contemplation

Which from Thy pure Presence never strays.


Grace yields blessedness; a heart Love-empty

Disaster spells of every kind.

Darkness as Love's eftacer and as suffering's core,

Is seed to everything.


Grace, Love, Mercy--all the three--

Stand for one same reality--Life's Star.

"He who loves is he who really lives." Do learn

These syllables nine by heart, in place of lettered charm.

Without the gift of Grace, a mere body

Of bone and skin and tissue foul is man Like water lost in desert sand,

Like a flower bereft of smell and fruit.


Those phases six that life do overtake

Invade not wisdom's pure domain;

Likewise the Mercy quality, when human form has gone

As good reputation's form endures.


That Dispenser of Mercy, could He not be that reality

Who, proclaiming words of supreme import,the chariot drives,

Or compassion's ocean, ever impatient for all creation,

Or who in terms clear non-dual wisdom expounds, the Guru?


In human semblance here, He is a divinity,

Or perhaps the law of right in sacred human form?

Is He the pure begotten Sen of the Lord Most High?

Or the kindly Prophet Nebi, pearl and gem in one?


Is He that soul personified who with holy ashes once

Fever drove away and many wonders worked?

Or yet that other of psychic power who wandering in agony.


Allayed His ventral distrees even with song?

ElSe is He that Sage of crowning fame who uttered once again

That holy script already known and writ in Hera's name?

Or He devoted to the Value of the Lord Supreme

Who here departed bodily ere life for him was stilled?


Dealing bounty here on earth and taking human form

Is He that Kama-Dhenu cow of all-providing good?

Or perhaps that wonder-tree of heaven supreme,

The Deva-Taru, which to each its gifts bestows?