[Āzhvār to the Lord:]—
“Sire, all along, I have been providing grist for the grinding mill of my senses but little did I do for my advancement. And now, I call you out, as if I have the necessary qualification to meet you. But you are everywhere, and in me too; you make me pounce upon your auspicious traits so natural to you that they attract even a sinner like me”.
In this eighth pāśuram of the chapter, Śrī Nammāzhvār continues his profound meditation, contemplating the boundless glories of Emperumān—specifically, His divine qualities, forms, and radiance, which are so magnificently displayed in His saulabhyam (divine simplicity) as Kṛṣṇa. Confronted by this overwhelming splendor, the Āzhvār is plunged into a state of deep anguish