Like the sick man who [bears] undying affection for the physician even though [he] cuts [him] with a knife [and] sears, O Lord of Viṟṟuvakkōṭu!
Even though through maya You give [me] suffering that does not disappear, I, who am [your] servant, shall look for the grace of You, who have not accepted [me].
অৱতারিকৈ - நாலாம் பாட்டு. ‘ஒருவனாலே হিতம்’ என்றும், ‘ফলத்திலே