We are subjects to no one. We do not fear Death. We shall not suffer the torments of hell. We are free from wavering and deceit. We exult in bliss. We know no disease. We shall never bow down. It is joy alone every day; there is no sorrow. For we have become the eternal, un-returning servants of the Lord who wears the white conch-shell earring in His ear. To His flower-like feet alone have we surrendered.
The wide world is our home. In every town, we eat what is cooked and offered; no one denies us our alms. Our refuge is the sacred public halls. If we lie upon Mother Earth, she does not cast us off—this is the truth. The Lord who rides the fierce Bull has accepted us. Now we lack nothing; our miseries are gone. Should we listen to the words of those who wrap themselves in fine silks and wear gold? We are free from such stains.
We do not enter the houses of those who dwell in worldly lusts. Chanting "Mahadeva! Mahadeva!" we have gained the blessing of bathing in the waters of the morning. We have attained the beauty of wearing the sacred ash. Like a raincloud in the dark season, our tears flow as our stone-like hearts melt into "good hearts." Should we obey the commands of those who ride on royal elephants and rule the land? We are detached from all bonds.
Our kinsmen are the countless hosts of Shiva. Our clothing is but a loincloth. Even those who hate us cannot harm us; even evil turns into goodness for us. We shall never return to the cycle of birth. With our tongues, we are capable of chanting the glorious "Namah Shivaya." We have followed the Radiant Light who turned the fish-bannered God of Desire to ashes.
Never shall we yield to anyone; in this vast world, there is no one who can oppose us. We will not go and join lesser gods; we have reached the sacred feet of Lord Shiva. We do not lack a single thing. Great diseases have lost their power over us and fled. We are among the blessed who have approached the Holy One, who wears a garland of skulls on His head.
He is the first form among the Trinity; the Lord of the eight directions. He is the coral-hued Shiva whom the thirty-three groups of Devas and Great Ones praise. Those whose tongues speak His name are our masters. Even if the rulers of this world send their fierce orders to us, we shall not obey. We are free from harshness and deceit.
He is the stationary and the moving; He is land, water, fire, wind, and the wide sky. He is the small and the great, the rare and the precious. To those who love Him, He is easily found. He is the Transcendental Absolute, the Eternal Shiva. He is the one whose nature is to become both "Himself and Me." We shall speak only of His beauty and goodness. Why should we speak the babble of fools? We are free of error.
The Master, the Lord of all worlds, the King of the Immortals, the Radiant Flame! He is the red-bodied one covered in white ash, the lover of the Golden Daughter of the Mountain. We have gained the merit of thinking of Him daily. We have forgotten the words of those who came to tell us to obey. Who is this "King" that has come? Who does he think he is?
He has matted hair, a conch-shell earring, and a body adorned with ash and snakes. He rides the Bull and wears the tiger’s skin as His garment, with a spotted deer skin over it. See, He is the one who owns us! We will not perform service for you or your army. We are in a state where the bonds of worldly attachment have been cast away.
With our tongues, we have sung of the Trustworthy One. We have been blessed to speak openly so that the shameless ones cannot approach us. The Lord of the Immortals, whom Brahma and Vishnu could not find as a pillar of fire, has entered and stayed in my heart. Even if the King of the South himself comes and commands us to do menial service, we will not consider it. We are established in the Eight Virtues of God.
~Saint Appar, Maṟumāṟṟat Tiruttāṇṭakam (Tēvāram VI.98)

