7. Thiruvempaavai The fifth, sixth and the seventh verses are the words of the maidens at the door-way who sing as the lady-love is silent in bed. “Oh you guileful one, Whose mouth flows with milk and honey, speak only such tales as that people like us will come to know; the Mountain Whom the maal and the fourfaced did not see. Open your door. Oh you Paavaai with cardamom-scented locks! Even when we yell Oh Civan! Oh Civan! singing of His Form Whom the earth, the heaven and the rest do not know and of His Nobleness in extirpating our faults and making us. His own in His grace, you do not realize nor comprehend!” (7:5) “Oh Fawn! Yesterday you said, 'I myself will wake you all tomorrow”. Tell us in which direction those words have gone shamelessly. Is it not yet dawn? You do not talk to us who have come singing about the lovely jewelled Feet of the One Who is unknown by the earth, the heaven and the rest and Who of His Own accord comes and confers a signal honour by making us His own. You do not melt in rapture all over your body. This conduct may perhaps befit you only. For us and the rest it befits to sing of our King. Oh our Paavaai! Arise!” (7:6) 349
