O clouds, resembling a celestial canopy over the aśure expanse! Has my Swāmi, Thirumāl, who eternally resides in the sacred hill of Tiruvēṅkadam, where pristine streams meander, arrived in your company? My heart is steeped in sorrow, causing droplets of my tears to fall upon the edge of my bosom. Does this plight of mine serve to enhance His glory?