1113. She thinks nothing of her lineage or honor, pays no mind to what is deemed right for her clan. She only rejoices, then faints again, hearing how You once crushed the fierce rakṣasa clan, how, at Lanka, with curved walls and roaring sea, You waged battle and brought them to ruin.
With lightning-slim waist like a waving banner, her chest drawn in pain, a golden pallor blooming on her tender form, this girl—my own delicate daughter—suffers so. O Lord of Thiruvidavendhai, what are You thinking?
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My daughter, Parakāla Nāyakī, in her overwhelming love for the Supreme Lord, no longer discerns the path most befitting her noble lineage. Her heart leaps with joy upon hearing of the glorious deeds performed in Laṅkā—that formidable fortress-city, encircled by the vast ocean and its mighty, curving ramparts. She rejoices to hear how the clan of powerful demons was utterly