430. I do not know any of the magic you do.
When the Kingarars, the messengers of Yama, come,
make me suffer and take me to Yama’s world,
I may not be able to think of you,
O god of the gods in the sky, O Māya,
born in Madhura, my soul is yours. You should protect me.
O lord, you rest on the snake bed on the ocean in Srirangam.
Word by Word (WBW) meaning
(The words may be rearranged to facilitate conversion from poetry to prose (Aṉvayam). Please read the meanings (in black) continuously to form the sentence and understand the simplified meaning based on the Divyārtha Dīpikai for the verse.)