9 Thiurpporchunnan “Imagining the whole world is the mortar and the great mount Meru as "pestle, pouring lavishly therein the Truth-called turmeric (Curcuma longa), singing and singing of the rosy Feet of the exalted Southerner of Perunthurai and holding the golden pestle in our right hand let us pound the dust of gold for the bath of our Sire, the Dweller in lovely Thillai.” (9:9) "While our peari-decked breasts bobbing and bobbing While the swarming bees on the tresses tossing and tossing While our reasoning minds with Civan swinging and swinging While the droplets of our gleaming eyes trickling and trickling While the rapture with our Lord thrilling and thrilling While the birth with others sporting and sporting While our Father along with His Mercy dancing and dancing Let us pound for His bath the dust of gold!” (9:10) “Oh Damsels with the whiteness of your teeth shedding moonlight around, with the red coral-like lips of mouths quivering, sing of the manner by which He enslaved us and singing and singing of the way by which He took us into His service, search for our Lord and searching with perplexed mind and feeling relieved joyfuly, dance on and pound the dust of gold for the bath of Him Who danced in the hall of Thillai” (9:11) 393
