19. Thiruththasaangam “Oh my parrot Come here” Do not go to your cage. Tell me what is the mount of Him of matchless glory? With divine damsels singing His praises and entertaining honeyed thoughts He rides with delight the horse of gnosis.” (19:6) “Oh parrot whose words are sweet like honey on the bough! Tell me the weapon with which the blameless King of Perunthurai conquers His foes. Behold, the weapon he wields is the trident which darts on the three (malams) bonds of those who beseech Him that they may not be tainted by them and that their hearts may Inelt”. (19:7) | “Oh parrot with sweet milk-like speech Tell me the drum which sounds in the presence of our Lord of Perunthurai. It is the joyous Naatha-drum which emits booming cosmic sound rising out of the supreme Bliss that the enemy called birth may be confounded by the grace of God.” (19:8) 529
