The night is very oppressive and the Nāyakī is sinking deep in dejection. There is, however, no hope of relief yet; neither the Sun has come out nor even the Lord whom an ardent devotee of the calibre of the Nāyakī could reasonably expect in such moments of distress. Indeed, the Lord is the Sun that never sets and He illumines the entire universe spiritual world downwards.
In this, the ninth pāsuram of the chapter, Śrī Parāṅguśa Nāyakī, in the throes of divine separation, voices the depths of her desolation. She laments, "The night, an instrument of torture, continues its relentless assault. The dawn, which I so ardently desire, has refused to arrive; Emperumān, too, has not graced me with His presence. In this state of profound suffering,