இப்பக்கம் மெய்ப்பு பார்க்கப்படவில்லை
15. Thiruththoll-nokkam “I, poor servitor, have been watering the barren soil many a time instead of serving the transcendently supreme One. Singing how the flawless Gem imperishable since aeons past came down and pulled out the root of my embodiment, let us play the game of shoulder gazing.”(15:13) “Let us sing of the ineffable Inner Light, the worthiest goodly One Who coming and entering my mind brought me out of the shoreless vast sea of iust, of the head-long flight of my craving senses the vultures being robbed of their prey, and of the utter destruction of my life here and play the game of shoulder gazing.”(15:14)
