963. In Thirupaarkadal, Sriman Narayana rests upon Ādiśeṣa,
The thousand-hooded one, ever immersed in devoted service.
The gods gather and bow in deep reverence,
Their gem-studded crowns touching His lotus feet,
Calling Him Paraman — the One without an equal.
Now, He dwells in the sacred Himalayas,
Where mādhavi vines, rich with fragrance,
Climb skyward, entwining the drifting clouds,
While bees hum sweet songs in blooming groves.
Go, O heart, and reach Thiruppirithi!
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