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5:2 Arivuruththal To become fit for approaching Your sacred feet, my heart does not soften to pulp; I do not melt with love. I do not praise You adorning You with garlands of flowers. I do not speak worthy words of praise. Oh King of the gods! I do not sweep or wash Your sacred temple nor do I dance. I am hurrying to die, Oh You Who draw nigh by wisdom of wits. (5:14) Becoming the heavens, becoming the earth, becoming the wind, becoming the light, becoming the flesh, becoming the life, becoming the existence, becoming the non-existence, becoming the king, and becoming the Manipulator of those puppets Who speak of I and mine, You Who are all these! with what words shall I extol? (5:15) The heavenly ones adore You that they may prosper; they stoop their minds unto You that they may rise high and that all should worship them. Oh You, decked with a garland surrounded by humming bees! Even I, the cur of a slave, adore You with the aim of cutting off the worthless births. (5:16) The heavenly ones Who adore You, the four Vedaas which sing Your glory, the lovely Dame with Kuravu (Webera corymbosa) flower-decked locks, Who has one side of You as Her share and devotees Who in their real love for You have lost themselves in delight for You, Would all of them behold more and more Your jewelled feet, Oh rare One! (5:17) 2O3