The Āzhvār rejoices that Tirumōkūr, the safe haven, is near at hand. It is a lovely place with a beautiful setting and there dwells the Lord Whose pair of feet are like unto a cool tank, lovely and limpid, Whose eyes are like the red lotus in fresh bloom, and lips are coral red, Whose sinewy shoulders bespeak His enormous strength that can smash to smithereens the Rākṣasa hordes, antagonising Him.
In this ninth pāśuram of the decad, our revered Āzhvār shifts his focus to the deeply personal and ultimate benefit he has received: the attainment of Thirumōgūr, which he glorifies as his supreme and unassailable protection. He beholds the magnificent, transcendental form of the presiding deity, Kālamēgam Emperumān, and describes Him with profound devotion.
The Āzhvār