The shrine has stood for endless ages; within
it reverberates knowledge of the self; about
it rages the sudden storm of ecstasy, inspired by
this god Mallari. I wear the shell of pure holiness,
the silver ring fastened behind with the button and
loop of knowledge. About my neck is fastened a
band of renunciation; I will point out the path of
this devotion. My alms vessel is my heart; its
pulsations are the bells I ring. My turmeric bag
contains a treasure of knowledge: it is never
empty throughout all ages. I have visited the four
houses, passing on the pilgrimage of life. Mallari
has showed favour to me; I have dwelt in the
sense of identity. When this god inspires me, I
am possessed by a frenzy of love; see! Tuka is set
barking and growls in a fit of madness.
it reverberates knowledge of the self; about
it rages the sudden storm of ecstasy, inspired by
this god Mallari. I wear the shell of pure holiness,
the silver ring fastened behind with the button and
loop of knowledge. About my neck is fastened a
band of renunciation; I will point out the path of
this devotion. My alms vessel is my heart; its
pulsations are the bells I ring. My turmeric bag
contains a treasure of knowledge: it is never
empty throughout all ages. I have visited the four
houses, passing on the pilgrimage of life. Mallari
has showed favour to me; I have dwelt in the
sense of identity. When this god inspires me, I
am possessed by a frenzy of love; see! Tuka is set
barking and growls in a fit of madness.