847. You do endless magic.
Even if all the true seven worlds were to praise you
for all the seven yugas, it would not be enough,
O god worthy of limitless praise.
O Pundariga! Please give me a boon
so I may escape from all my endless births
and come to your ankleted feet.
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(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.)