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6. Neeththal vinnappam Oh Uththarakosamangai's King on Whose crown shines a tender bright shoot of a white crescent moon! Oh dazzling Flame resembling pure gold and lightning! Behold that You do not forsake me Who, when You with waxing mercy took me in the fold of Your arm, slipped away from You and who now tantalizes here. (6:4) Oh Uththarakosamangai's king with crown decked with flowers ploughed by bees with honey-filled mouth and six legs Behold that You do not forsake me Who since long fell a prey to the maidens of gentle speech, like moth in glistening flame. Though You waylaid me and fed me with Ambrosia of Your grace, I refused it. (6:5) Oh my Gem! Without understanding Your grace I refused. Behold that You do not hate and forsake me. Oh King of Uththarakosamangai! Make me Your own severing my accumulated Karma. Would not the great bear the faithless falsehood of little curs? (6:6) 23ー