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6. Neeththal vinnappam Behold that You do not forsake worthless me who, like a worm in the midst of ants, am tormented sore and troubled being gnawed by the senses. Oh State of Bliss which is gained by the highest of the high who have apprehended the very fragrant flowery Feet against which the fiery God of Death came up to his dismay! Oh Lord Who has the reputation of not parting from Your devotees! (0:25) Behold that You do not forsake me, Who being parted from. You am frightened and am like small fish fainting when the vast waters fail. Oh choicest Gem of the heavens with braided locks where hides the white crescent moon like a little skiff tossing on the deep pool of the torrential waters of the vast Ganga! (6:26) Behold that You do not forsake me who walking between the hills of breasts of softly smiling maidens stumble shamefully. Oh purifying Gem, keep me tied in the midst of Your devotees who tremble all over the body and weep. Making me Your own, show me once more Your jewelled Feet of wisdom! (6:27) 303