Madman sporting midst the fires of the burning ground Madman draped in elephant skin, poison-throated madman Saint Manickavachakar, the author of the much loved melodious Thiruvachakam, is more forthright in describing the bizarreness of the Lord as follows: Is a handsome man, indeed! (chap 4, poem 39.3). The Lord of Aamaatthoor, Who will neither accept Instead, He speaks only deceptions and wiles, He won’t take alms from us, nor will He leave. Making sweet speeches, He entered our homes This is how the first child prodigy (probably alluded to as Dravida Sisu by Adi Shankaracharya) of Thevaram, Thirugnanasambandar, addresses the Lord as mad and exemplifies His behavior variously in his native town of Sirkazhi ( Brahmapuram).Īppar, the grand old Saint poet of Thevaram, describes His strange behavior toward the wives of rishis of the Tarukavanam (“pine grove”) in the following verse: Some call Him madman – He is our Lord of Brahmapuram.
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Oh wondrous sight! He tore its skin and wrap’t it round They have fallen from the Path, those Buddhists, those erring Jainsīut the Divine One who came to earth and begged for alms They call Him beggar, they speak ill of Him This first Saivite hymn of Saint Poet Sundarar is probably the strangest devotion paid by the so-called vanthondan (“aggressive slave”) addressing the Lord Siva in the second person when the marriage of Sundarar arranged by his orthodox Brahmin relatives were obstructed, and he was prevented from entering the samsara bond by the Lord in the guise of an old eccentric man claiming that the saint and his family were his hereditary slaves according to the document executed by his grandfather. On the south banks of the Pennar You do abide. In the holy temple of Arul Turai in the heart of Vennai Nallur You are enshrined in my heart and in my mind! Sovereign Lord of grace abounding never more will I forget you Oh madman on whose locks rests the crescent moon