இப்பக்கம் மெய்ப்பு பார்க்கப்படவில்லை
39. Thiru-p-pulambal “Oh Lord with braided locks | Oh You Who are dancing with fire on Your palm 1 Oh You Whose weapon is the resplendent trefoil lance Oh transcendent Effulgence Oh Lord of the soul! Oh You with a young white bull ! Oh You of Perumthurai surrounded by spreading groves! Oh You Who own this slave 1 I do not have any true succour other than You” (39:2) “Oh Dancer Who dwells with pleasure in Kutraalam : I do not want kith or kin I do not want a place (town)! Nor do I want name ! I do not want the company of the learned ՕT1ՃՏ fThings to learn too shall suffice henceforth. I want to thaw and melt like the mind of the calved cow and yearn only for Your tinkling jewelled Feet” (39:3) 74.1
