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3. Thiru Andappahuthi showing Himself to me in the form of a priest made me His own. I with undying love melting my bones wailing with loud lamentations and raising enraptured voice like the billowing sea fell down in utter bewilderment and rolled. I became so mad that I was beside myself. Those who saw me were bewildered and those who heard me wondered. In that He with sweet honey fashioned my limbs anew. Just as He burnt the ancient cities of His foes anew. with fire of His becaming smile. He withdrew the base dwellings of all of us-devotees-with the mighty fire of His grace. To me He became even like the Nelli fruit (Phyllanthesemblica) on the palm. I know not what to say: Blessed be You/Is this proper?” "Ah! I, a mere cur cannot endure this. What You have done to me, I cannot comprehend. Ah I am dead. To me Your slave what You in Your grace have given I know not. With mere sipping I am not content. Swallowing I cannot take it in. Like waves of the cool sea of milk and like the waters in the mid-sea on full moon day, He ordained sweet Ambrosia to collect in each hair-root of my body thus filling the core of my mind to over-flowing. Through every fibre of the carnal body of this cur, I le injected sweet honey. He pumped streams of marvellous Ambrosia right into the cavities of the bone. He fashioned as if with a melting heart, a new frame. He created for me an costasy bubbling body. Ultimately He made me be here even like an elephant which explores sugar-cane. Thus while He mixed in me Mercy's pure honey in His grace made even me of the lowest rank surpassingly sweet Ambrosia even He of the natoric which incither Brahmaa knows nor (Vishnu) Maal". 149