இப்பக்கம் மெய்ப்பு பார்க்கப்படவில்லை
5:4 Aath thumasuddhi Those mighty blossom feet beyond compare have no rest at all: He bestowed them on me and showed the perfect way to me who is more base than dogs. Since I do not see that Chief Who gave me such grace sweeter than that of mother I do not fall in the fire: I do not roll down from the hill! Will I plunge into the sea? (5:39) Without paying heed to the springtime cupid's dart piercing me and the moon scorching the wound, I becoming stirred like curd agitated by a churn by the wiles of damsels with glances like those of a fawn, would not go on to enter the city of my Civan Who bestowed on me sacred grace as honey. but I still live dining and dressing in order to preserve life in the flesh. (5:40) 15
