8 hanumatODi mEla
Aa: S R1 G2 M1 P D1 N2 S
Av: S N2 D1 P M1 G2 R1 S
dorakunA ani surula dora vEDalanu ganarE
karagu bangAru valva gaTTi sommulu beTTi
hari sEva ganulAra nantarangamunanu gana
ghanamaina harinAma gAna monarinci
januvunanu harisEva salpa nevvarikaina
nEDu tana nOmu phala mIde renani harini
bADucunu manasAra vEDucunu sEvimpa
rAja mukhuDavanijA ramanito jelaganga
pUjincu shrI tyAgarAja sannutuni gana
Indra is coming, exclaiming, "Is this privilege that I enjoy within the reach of anyone else?" Wearing rich golden garments and decked in gem-studded jewels he is coming to have exclusive Darshana. Singing the glorious name, Hari, sweetly, and exclaiming, "Can anyone else dream of serving Hari with affectionate devotion like me?" Extolling Hari, "My penance has borne fruit today," here comes Indra, singing exquisitely and praying, to feast his eyes on Hari who has a face resplendent like the moon in the company of SItA Devi - daughter of Mother Earth.
Lyrics provided by Lakshman Ragde. Meaning from Compositions of Tyagaraja by TK Govinda Rao.