Classic Poem

11.

When the thieves, the five senses,
Intrude into my heart,
Are you not in my heart
Arunachala!

12.

You, the only one that is;
Who can enter but you?
‘tis your jugglery indeed,
Arunachala!

13.

Quintess ence of Om,
Unrivalled, unsurpassed,
Who can comprehend you,
Arunachala!

14.

‘tis your duty to give me
Your love like a mother
And to keep me in your care,
Arunachala!

15.

Eye of the eye you are!
Who can see you who sees
Eyelessly? O see me,
Arunachala!