9. Thirupporchunnam “Oh good damsels with wide eyes! Praising the King Who entering our minds severing our birth and becoming our own sweetness enslaved us, the clear Juice of sugar-cane of wisdom, its treacle, the Blessing of rarity to be obtained. the unspoilt Honey, and the sweet flavour of fruits, let us sing of Him till our tongues get calloused with swelling and pound the dust of gold.” (9:15) “Singing of the means by which He coming in our midst along with other loving devotees, enslaves us that we may be redeemed and repeatedly singing and singing the name of Lord Civan, Who holds in His hands the victorious flag with the noted bull after over-throwing the three cities and the Lord, Who shows us the rosy blossom Feet unknown by sight by the devaas of the sky even in their dreams, let us pound the dust of gold.” (9:16) “Singing of the long bunch of honeyed flowers of Kondrai and of the noted young moon in the matted locks of the Lord of Civapuram, singing of Maal who turned into His bull, singing of the flesh-spattered mace and trident held on His right hand and singing of His eating the poison that day as the very food, let us pound the dust of gold”. (9:17) 397
