O youthful cuckoo, delicately pecking at tender red leaves amidst a grove abundant with mango fruits! The supremely capable Emperumān, whose vast divine hands wield the mighty bow Śārṅga with ease, is also profoundly adept in the matters of love. We both hold dear the secret pact we once forged together. Should you fail to summon that distant Emperumān, behold how I shall mete out my torment upon Him.