Dear TKS Sir,
Google search gave the same song rendered by Smt. Nithyasree.
Here it is: Indha Paramugam By Nityasree
Please click "play" to listen to the full song.
Dear Smt RR
It was a wonderful piece and it included the swaram part which made for a nice ending.
In terms of devotional lyrics I find the verses by Tagore in Gitanjali especially fascinating.
Let me provide a few verses for the benefit of Theist members here. The meaning of some of these verses are very profound in my view beyond what is apparent when first reads them.
In this piece 'Isvara' is not viewed as an employee by Tagore but he is 'conversing with the Lord with a devotion based on understanding' in my view
I am unable to find an equivalent type of lyrics in Carantic music by famous composers - Perhaps you may find something that comes close to this
I have read lyrics of Meera Bhajan may come close to the kind of powerful language in devotional piece like the one below...
=============================================== Select verses from Tagore's Gitanjali ======================
Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.
I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind.
I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.
And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions,
knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs;
and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland,
but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it.
I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.