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5:2 Arivuruththal Oh rare One to everybody! Oh Pervader of the sky! Oh great One of the Hall of gnosis! I do not strew fragrant flowers on the shining jewelled feet which enslaved me, neither do I cry in amazement nor melt in adoration. I cannot tarry. What is to become of me? I will die! I will die! (5:18) i Oh my useless heart which palpitates and melts to the flowery darts of springtime Cupid, to fair maidens with pearl-like teeth, rosy lips and blue eyes! He Who entered You while all Your flesh melted and Who made You His behold, He has left You to-day and has gone and dwells in heaven; still You live without dying! (5:19) Yet You live, Oh my heart bereft of life! You being caught in potent Karma sink without worshipping Him Who shall save You from sinking; you are devising your own ruin, I have been telling you repeatedly; You are falling even now into the flood of the sea of misery. (5:20)