1778. She says,
“ The sorrowful calling of the andril bird
that stays on the long branch of the palm tree in the grove
is more cruel than the pain of a spear making a wound.
I fold my hands and worship the lord of Thiruppullāni
where the fragrance of the flowers spreads everywhere.
O my friend beautiful as a statue!
Do you think this worship will become a habit for us?”
Word by Word (WBW) meaning
(The words may be rearranged to facilitate poetry to prose conversion (Aṉvayam). Please read the meanings (in black) continiously to form the sentence and understand the simple meaning of those verse.)