50. Aananda Maalai “Void of virtue, penitence, ardour and wisdom, I lie down here exhausted after whirling round in a dance like a puppet-show doll made of leather You Who have made me Your own by showing me how to get god-mad, by showing me the way to reach You and by showing me Your majestic Form that I may ascend the path to the land of no return!” (50:3) “I a reprobate, perish as to perish is my doom. Oh imperishable One You took the blame. I shall suffer but if I suffer all that I have to suffer, then, what is the use of Your Grace? Oh Gem of a Guru (Priest) Who has prevented me from sinking into the great cruel hell and has made me Your own! If You fail to be impartial is that good, Oh loved Leader?” (50:4) “Oh You Who give me Your breast as a mother ' If You fail to give, shall I, a cur, perish as a weakiing? Trusting You I have sought Your feet saying “Oh Mother At least now give me”. Have You no pity for me? You deemed the slavery of this cur as fit along with others. Am I unacceptable to You now?” (50:5) 349
