இப்பக்கம் மெய்ப்பு பார்க்கப்படவில்லை
5:8 Aananthaththu azhunthal I, a cussed fool Who had not reached You in days of old through thought, deed, hearing, speech and the rest of the wretched five senses, have not burnt myself to death. Oh Sire, I have not broken down, being ashamed in my mind. I live hoping to reach You. Oh my Father! (5:79) Though Your Feet which made this iron-hearted deceitful one Your own, had left me after pouring into my mouth the juice of sugar-cane and mingling in me, there was the fire and here I was feasting! What a farce is it for me to say that there is yet desire in me towards You! . (5:80) 263
