Jay Allen Sanford 8 p.m., Nov. 25
"Pious Fear" by Manikkavacakar
- I fear not serpents lurking smooth;
- I fear no liars’ feignèd truth;
- But when I see fools venturing
- E’en to the foot of Him our king,
- Our three-eyed Lord with matted hair,
- Of His great godhead unaware,
- Fools thinking other gods can be,
- Terror such sight inspires in me.
- “Naught but Thy Love”
- I ask not kin, nor name, nor place,
- Nor learnèd men’s society.
- Men’s lore for me no value has;
- Kuttalam’s lord, I come to Thee.
- Wilt thou one boon on me bestow,
- A heart to melt in longing sweet,
- As yearns o’er new-born calf the cow,
- In yearning for Thy sacred feet?
- — two hymns by Manikkavacakar (trans. F. Kingsbury and G.E. Phillips).