The Āzhvār lustily calls out the Lord, stressing alternately His transcendent glory when He measured all the regions, high and low, in just three strides, and His amazing simplicity as the naughty child (Tāmōtarā), whose tummy was bound by a rope, as a punishment for stealing butter. It matters not to him whether the Lord calls Him a Saint or a Sinner and even if the Lord
In the preceding pāsuram, our Āzhvār expressed his intense longing for the Supreme Lord, Śrīman Nārāyaṇa. Now, in this third verse of the chapter, his anguish deepens into displeasure. As elucidated by our revered ācāryas such as Nañjīyar and Vādhi Kēsari Azhagiya MaNavāḷa Jīyar, the Āzhvār’s lament takes a poignant turn. He cries out, "You are not presenting Yourself