11, Thiruththellenam “Singing the manner in which our Lord Who wears the swaying snake round His waist, came down on earth with the Dame Who gambols on the hill as His Partner. and made us His own with our inner light sparkling and with a wave of tears dancing on our flower-like bright and wide eyes, let us beat Thellenam!” (71:6) “Ah ! Ah !” Civan rare to Ari, (Vishnu) Ayan, Indra and the heavenly ones, hailing me, “Come. Come" made even me His by force in this world itself. Singing of my becoming a very god when the imprint of His flower-like Feet impressed on my head, let us beat Thellenam!” (11:7) “Ridding me of the fears of the cycle of death and birth of this body resembling the gyrating kite of dried palm leaves (which revolves swiftly on a pivot by wind) and of the twin deeds of good and evil He made me His. Singing of the unique blessing He bestowed on me of never forgetting His jewelled-Feet even by my forgetfulness, let us beat Thellenam”. (11:8) 423
