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Caryapada 21

Poet: Bhusukupada, Raga Barari

The mouse feeds in the dark night.

He cuts ambrosia for food.

O Yogi! Kill the mouse-wind

To stop him from coming and going.

The mouse digs in the earth.

The restless mouse will cast an evil spirit, get rid of him.

Black is the color of the mouse.

I know not his caste.

He climbs to the sky and eats aman-paddy.

As long as the mouse keeps moving

still him with advice from Guru.

When the mouse stops eating,

Bhusuku says: all his ties will be cut off too.

Caryapada 22

Poet: Sarahapada, Raga Gunjari

By making his own samsara and Nirvana

Man ties himself to it.

I do not know, unknown yogi,

How birth, death and life happen.

Death is like birth.

There is no difference between living and dying.

One who is afraid of birth and death

Should desire medicine or chemistry.

Those who travel in the three worlds

because of the cycle of action

cannot become immortal.

Caryapada 23

Poet: Bhusukupada, Raga Barari

If you want to go hunting

Then kill five people.

To enter the lotus-garden

Remain single-minded

At morning it is alive at night it is dead.

Unless he gets the hunter's meat

bhusuku will not enter the hut.

He caught the maya-deer

with the maya-net.

I know from Guru whose story it is.

The death of the body is not the end of self.

The garland remains.

The net cannot catch it.

Nor can the chains catch the deer.

In the restless race

the deer vanishes into the void.

Caryapada 24

Poet: Kanhupada, Raga Indratala

Like the moon the soul roses.

Illusion disperses with advice from Guru

The senses rise to the sky.

The seed is planted in the sky

Which penetrates three worlds.

When the sun rises, night disappears.

All illusions are cleared.

Like the swan which drinks milk only from milk-water

So should the substance of the world be drunk.

Caryapada 25

Poet: Tantipada, (Rage not mentioned)

How religion was founded can be best known by the Vajra.

There are five kalas.

In the loom pure cloth can be woven.

I am the weaver.

The yarn is my own yet I do not know how to describe it.

The world is three and a half arms long.

This yarn is enough to weave for the whole world.

'Anahata' looms prepare the static cloth.

Two places have been broken and joined again stronger than ever.

Seated, I hear everything.

I have forsaken weaving and taken up the Vajra instead.

Caryapada 16

Poet: Mohidharapada, Raga Vairabi

The 'anahata' sound came pounding in three planks like black clouds thundering.

It made the unfearing 'mara' flee with the mandala.

Like a wild elephant the mind runs towards the fathomless space. It thirsts.

Breaking the chains of virtue and vice, uprooting the pillar.

Only I could hear the sounds of nothingness in the sky.

My mind seeks Nirvana.

Intoxicated with the wine of Supreme Bliss

The drunkard ignores the three skies.

No enemy can be found for one who has mastered the five subjects.

The heat of the scorching sun

Drives me to the Ganges of the sky.

Mohita says: I have not seen anything in my dive.

Caryapada 17

Poet: Vinapada, Raga Patamanjuri

The sun was the gourd, the moon was used as used as its strings.

The unstruck sound was the neck

And the ascetic woman became the disc.

O maid, it is the sound of Herua's Vina,

the sound of the Void as it vibrates into Karuna.

The duality of the real and the unreal are my bow,

While I console myself with wine of the elephant.

When the camel got caught in the camel trap,

the sound from thirty-two strings vibrated at the same time.

Dance vajracary, sing goddess.

Buddham dharma is incomprehensible.

Caryapada 18

Poet: Kanhupada, Raga Gaura

I plied three worlds with great ease

and slept in the sport of great happiness.

Hello Dombi, tell me, how is your lover,

he who is at the high castle outside,

but inside, a kapali.

Dom woman, you have turned everything into the untouchable

Without any reason you have pushed aside the moon.

Some say you are very bad.

Wise men do not leave your neck.

Kanhu sings: you are candali, passion-woman.

Domni, there is no one as unchaste as you.

Caryapada 19

Poet: Kanhupada, Rage Vairabi

Samsara and Nirvana are the tabor and the drum.

The mind and vital breath are the flute and the cymbal.

Victory cries spill over the sky.

Kanhupa goes to wed Domni.

By marriage to Domni he consumed the birth.

For a dowry he received blissful religion.

Day and night pass in love making.

Night ends in the net of the yogini.

The yogi is intense with Domni.

He does not leave her for a second.

He is intoxicated with the love of Sahaja.

Caryapada 20

Poet: Kukkuripada, Raga Patamanjuri

I have no hope, my husband is a monk.

My sensuous pleasures cannot be expressed in words.

When I looked at the confinement chamber

I committed an abortion.

What I want cannot be got there.

My first born a son was desired.

Only by feeling his pulses did I know how pitiful he was.

When I blossomed into full youth

I got rid of my mother and killed my father.

Kukkuripa says this world is static.

He who knows that is the winner.

Caryapada 11

Poet: Kanhupada, Raga Patamanjuri

The strength of the artery is firmly held in bed.

Spontaneous drums rise in heroic volume.

Kanhu, the kapali, is engaged in yonic joining

through the city of the body.

Knowledge and wisdom are tied to his feet

Like ankle bells of the hour.

Day and night are turned into ornaments of pleasure.

Wearing ashes from burnt-out anger-hatred-and illusion

be adorns a necklace with salvation pearls.

By killing his mother-in-law, sister-in-law and his mother,

Kanhu thus became a kapali.

Caryapada 12

Poet: Kanhupada, Raga Bhairabi

On the board of Karuna I play the nine strongholds.

With the mercy of Guru I win over the universal hold.

My king conquers duality.

With the blessing of the benefactor Supreme Bliss is near.

First I take the pawns with the bishop.

I defeat five.

I checkmate the living with my queen.

So is my victory over worldly existence.

Kanhu says: I check well

and take a count of sixty-four squares.

Caryapada 13

Poet: Kanhupada, Raga Kemod

Taking three refugees in a boat I captured eight.

In my body resides karuna and the chamber is empty.

I crossed the river of existence like a dream.

In mid-river I came to know the waves.

I used five 'tathagatas' as oars.

Kanhai rows the boat like a dream.

Smelling, touching and tasting as they are

like a dream

without sleep.

The mind is the boatman in a Great Void.

Kanhu goes for Union with Great Happiness.

Caryapada 14

Poet: Dombipada, Raga Dhanashi

The boat glides between the Ganges and Jamuna.

On it the Candali woman takes drowning men across.

Row on Domni, row on.

On your way, it is afternoon.

With the blessing of Guru

I shall return to the blissful 'ginapur,.

The five oars ply and the towing rope is bound at its end.

Bail water out with the pail of sky

So that water shall not enter the holes.

The sun and moon are the two wheels.

While Creation and Destruction are the masts.

Right and left and they cannot be seen.

Steer on.

She does not accept cowri and budi as payment.

She ferries men across for free.

He who mounts the chariot,

not knowing how to steer,

only wanders from shore to shore.

Caryapada 15

Poet: Shantipada, Raga Remkri

Only the self can make itself conscious.

It cannot be perceived by any measure.

Whoever crosses the Shahaja path

Does not return.

Fool, do not wander aimlessly.

Samsar is a straight road.

Do not take the bends.

The high road is covered with a tent.

You do not understand the depth of the sea of illusion.

Neither a boat nor a raft can be seen ahead

Yet you do not ask Guru.

The way to the void cannot be seen.

Do not get lost by mistake.

If you take the straight road.

You will achieve the eighth siddhi.

Shanti leaves aside right and left and spends time playfully.

Where there are no tolls nor security checks nor any bush.

Listening to Guru's advice,

He can arrive at Shahaja with his eyes closed.

Caryapada 6

Poet: Bhusukupada, Raga Patamanjuri

Who have I accepted and who gave I given up?

All sides are surrounded by the cries of the hunter.

The deer's own flesh is his enemy.

Bhusuku the hunter does not spare him for a moment.

The deer touches no green, nor drinks water.

He does not know where the doe lives.

The doe tills the deer: leave this forest, and free yourself.

Thus the deer sped for hid life, leaving no hoff marks behind.

Bhusuku says 'this does not reach the heart of the unwise'.

Caryapada 7

Poet: Kanhupada, Raga Patamanjuri

Truth and untruth close the road which saddens Kanhupa.

Where will he live?

He who is supposed to be wise is also unwise.

They are three, they are three, three, they are all separate,

Kanhu says: the world is cleansed.

Those who came all went away.

Comings and goings make Kanhu sad.

O Kanhai, the City of Great Bliss is very near, says, Kanhu.

Yet I cannot get into my heart.

Caryapada 8

Poet: Kambalambarapada, Raga Devakri

Loading the boat of Karuna with gold

Leaves no room for silver.

Hey Kamli, glide towards the sky.

How does the cycle of rebirth return?

Take the wooden pole out and loosen the rope.

Ask a good Guru and sail ahoy.

When you climb into the boat, look around.

There are no oars, without them who can move?

Pressing right and left, he found his way

to great happiness.

Caryapada 9

Poet: Kanhupada, Raga Patamanjuri

Destroy the stronghold of evamkara.

Free yourself from all bondage.

Kanhu was floating under ashab.

He became calm when he entered the lotus of Shahajananda.

When the elephant's passion is aroused by his elephantess

He becomes wet.

Six kinds of living beings are by birth pure.

Neither existence nor nonexistence are impure

Even by a strand of hair.

Take ten forced jewels from the ten directions,

Reign over the elephant of learning easily.

Caryapada 10

Poet: Kanhupada, Raga-Deshakh

Outside the lies your hut, Dombi woman.

Shaven headed Brahmins, come and touch you.

Dombi woman, I shall make love to you

Kanhu is naked Kapali yogi who has no hatred.

There is a Lotus with sixty-four petals.

On it dances the Dombi nari.

Hello Dombi, let me ask you a question.

On whose boat do you come and go?

You sell the loom to others

While you spread the flat bamboo mat for me.

For you I have discarded the basket of reeds.

You see Dom-nari.

I the Kapalik wear a necklace of bones for your sake.

O Dombi, you have churned the sea and eaten the roots of the Lotus.

I shall kill you and take your life.

Caryapada 1

Poet: Luyipada, Raga Patamanjuri

The body is like the finest tree, with five branches.

Darkness enters the restless mind.

Strengthen the quantity of Great Bliss, says Luyi.

Learn from asking the Guru.

Why does one meditate?

Surely one dies of happiness or unhappiness.

Set aside binding and fastening in false hope.

Embrace the wings of the Void.

Luyi says: I have seen this in meditation.

Inhalation and exhalation are seated on two stools.

Caryapada 2

Poet: Kukkuripa, Raga Gabura (Guara)

Milk from the tortoise cannot be contained in a pail.

While the alligator eats tamarind off the tree.

Listen musician, the courtyard is inside the room.

At midnight the kanet is stolen by thief.

The father-in-law falls asleep, the daughter-in-law is awake.

Where can we find the kanet stolen by the thief ?

During the day she is afraid of the crow,

At night she goes to amorous Kamrupa.

Kukkuripa sang such a carya.

Only one in a million can understand it.

Caryapada 3

Poet: Virupapada, Raga Gabara

There is a women wine-maker who enters two rooms

She ferments wine with fine barks.

Hold me still, Shahaja, then ferment the wine

So that your shoulders are held strongly and your body free is from age and death.

When the sign is seen on the tenth door

The customer who walks in cannot get out.

A small pot, small is its nozzle.

Pour very carefully, hold steady, says Virupa.

Caryapada 4

Poet: Gundaripadanam, Raga Aru

Press the three circles and, oh Yogini, embrace me,

Mashing the lotus.

Vajra, prepare a meal for the evening.

Yogini, I cannot live for a moment without you.

I shall kiss you mouth and drink the nectar of the lotus.

Friction cannot besmear you, Yogini.

She enters oriena by climbing manikula.

Put a lock and key on the mother-in-law's room

And cut the wings of the sun and moon.

Gundaripada says: I am the hero of all sensuousness.

Between man and woman I raise my linga.

Caryapada 5

Poet: Catillapada, Raga Gunjari

The river of life, dark and deep, moves swiftly.

The two sides are muddy, the middle is depthless.

Catilla makes a bridge for the sake of Dharma.

Those who wish can cross in confidence.

With the axe sharpened with Nirvana

Split open the tree of delusion and join the planks together.

When you climb the bridge, do not go fight or left.

Bodhi is near you, do not go any further.

Those of you who want to cross to the other side

Ask Catillapa, the greatest Guru.