The Gopī sobs out: “Oh, Kṛṣṇa, we, on our part, suffer the pangs of separation from You, what with our thinning down terribly, losing our natural bloom and lustre and so on. But don’t you see that you tread over hill and dale on bare feet, feet which are too delicate to be pressed even by our soft hands, aching a great deal? What is even worse is the route you follow,
In this seventh pāsuram of the third chapter of the tenth decade, Śrī Nammāzhvār, fully immersed in the emotional state of Parāṅkuśa Nāyakī, continues her plea to the Lord. As elucidated by the great preceptor Nañjīyar, her heart is overwhelmed with anxiety. Seeing Him prepare to depart for the forest to tend the cattle, she exclaims, "While we are languishing and suffering