At all times past present future You are my mother, my father and my very life itself
Having gotten you, will I ever let you go?
O lord of the three worlds
O Supreme One, Jaganatha!
With your eternal fame, so far-reaching,
With your sweet-smelling cool garland of tulasi leaves
You grace is as cool of Niladri hill.
He is the Lord who once measured the three worlds.
He is the Holiest. He went to the holy hill of Niladri.
He dwells there. If that one Hill is worshipped.
All our sins will completely vanish.
Tiruvaymoli 2.6.10, Namm Alvar
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