priya mythili
kalyanam aayiram kaalaththu payir ena oru vachanam undu
payir endraale, endrenum aruvadaiyum undu

bhramaanandam
parama sukadham
kevalam
gnayana moorththim
dwanvathitham
trigunarahitham
tatwamasyadhilakshyam
aekam
nithaym
vimalam
achalam
sarvadhee sakshi bootham
bhaavaathetham
trigunarahitham
satgurum
thanamaamee
om

mythili nalam
azhahaaga
nee enakku vaaiththathu
naan seitha punyam endrum
naan unakku vaaiththathu
nee endro seitha paavam endrum kooruvar

gamaa
gamastham
gamanaadhi shoonyam
chidroopa roopam
thimiraapahaaram
pashyamithe
sarva janaam tharastham
namaami hamsam
paramaathva roopam

en seyalin kaaranam
koodiya viravil unakku puriyum
bharatha maathavukku naan seiyappogum panividaikku
sontha bandhangal idaiyooraagalaam
unathu karuvil valarum kuzhainthaimel
enathu thurgunangalin nizhal vizhaamal
unathu guna prakaasham kaapaatrattum
en thaayai naan paarththathillai
vasantha akkathaan enakku thaai
ippothu neeyum
maama maami anaivarin saabamum enakkundena ariven
avaigalirunthu meelum arugathaiyum ennamum enakkillai
anbilla
saaketh raman

sarve vedayathpadamaamadhanthi
thapaamsi sarvaa nijayathtvadenthi
yadhichandho
bharmachariyam charanthi
thaththe padam
sangrahe nabbravemee
om
mithyae thathu

Beloved Maithili,
A blessing echoes, "May you bloom for a thousand years."
To speak of love is to know the harvest's yield, the reaping of what we sow.

Bliss absolute,
Supreme joy incarnate,
Wisdom's form,
Beyond duality,
Free from the three gunas:
That art thou, the ultimate aim.
One without a second, eternal, pure,
Unmoving, witness to all.
Beyond the cycle of birth and death:
The guru, the blessed one.
I bow to thee.
Om.

Maithili, your beauty,
the love you bestowed on me,
I, ever Sita's grace,
the love I gave to you.
They say you are Sita's sorrow.

The path is the destination,
movement itself is absence, formless,
a light that banishes darkness: I see it.
The heart of all births,
I bow to the swan,
the essence of the highest reality.
Soon you will understand,
the service I will render to Mother Bharat,
though familial bonds may hinder.
Let the shadows of my shortcomings
not fall upon the child growing within you.
May your virtues' light protect it.
I never knew my mother.
Vasant Akka was my mother.
Now, you too.
I know the curses of my maternal uncle and aunt are upon me.
Ambilala,
Saket Raman.

All Vedas speak of this,
All austerities, all self-realization,
They seek this path,
I briefly state the essence:
Om. The world is illusion.