இப்பக்கம் மெய்ப்பு பார்க்கப்படவில்லை
PO ern:6 Neeththal Vinnappam (Forsake me not plea) Rider on the bull, Who out of mercy mingled in me. the meanest one and made me Your own! Behold that You do not forsake me ! Oh wearer of the fierce tiger's skin! Oh King of Uththarakosamangai : Oh Lord with braided locks: I am fainting and wearied. My Lord! Please hold me up! (6:1) Though I would not leave the red lips resembling the fruits of Kovai (Cephalandra indica) of maidens with broad breasts which have not lost their bloom, behold that You do not forsake me; I belong to Your worthy land of devotees and I am not out of it, Oh King of Uththarakosamangail Though I, stealthy one slipped away from You, what was the reason for Your discovering me and making me Your own? (6:2) 291
