Sixteenth year was to end,
When a Brahmin, very old,
Before Sankara appeared
And for a debate invited.
On Brahma Sutra Bashyam,
For days argued both of them.
On Sankara’s interpretation,
He opposed every portion.
Padma Pada wondered,
“Who could be this old,
Debating with my Master,
Non-stop, for days together? ”
“He isn’t an ordinary man
And none other than
Sage Vyasa in disguise
The Author for this.”
Sankara also found out
He was facing the test
From the great Sage,
Who had this courage.
He prostrated and said,
“Oh Sage, I’m blessed.
Before you, I’m nothing.
But still, why am I arguing? ”
“Pardon my offence,
Rather my impudence,
To show my pride,
And defend my side.”
The Sage consoled him,
And softly told him,
“I hid my identity
To get an opportunity.”
“Your interpretations
And my explanations
Are one and the same
And will earn a name.”
“Another sixteen years
Of age will be yours
For you to go ahead,
And your works to spread.
The Sage then vanished.
From Kasi, Sankara started.
His words, everyone heard.
His works began to spread.
the kind writing is true.......... yu are illuminating every one.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful exchange between Sankara and the ancient Brahmin. To be gracious is a gift in itself. With admiration for your creative skills, Sandra