“Oh Civan abiding in Thirupperunthurai 1 Even after I have parted from Your flowery Feet which had enslaved me, softened my soul and had Ambrosia well up in it, I, false and poor wretch, am not yet dead. Alas! Even when awake I have lost the inner purpose of my mind. Oh Teacher Oh King : Oh great Sea of grace : Oh Father whose roseate form could not be known even by Ayan and Maal. I do not know what is to be done *. (23:1) “Oh Civan abiding in Thirupperumthurai! Dwellers in the heavenly spheres and others over-grown with ant-hill and trees, while seeking You in contemplation with water and air for food, have all withered. Oh King ! None of them has seen Your Feet. But You over-whelmed me by one word and caught me. I do not pant for Your act of grace nor my mind melts much and I do not love. I do not die. I do not kill this love-less body and still keep wandering here”. (23:2)
