Oh revered mothers! My affliction is beyond the grasp of any soul. Bereft of sorrow, you leave me upon the sacred banks of Yamunā, where Kaṇṇan ascended a Kadamba tree, leaping with the poise of a divine dancer onto the head of the demonic serpent, Kāliya, transforming the serene banks into a veritable battlefield. Should Kaṇṇan, whose hue mirrors the deep ocean, deign to caress me with His celestial hands, my ailment shall find its cure. Indeed, this is the path to immediate solace.