There’s no question of repaying the Lord’s extraordinary kindness; even otherwise, there is nothing the Āzhvār could call his own, which unto the Lord be could offer. Even the soul is not his but belongs to Him as His vassal from time immemorial. At least, in this land of dark nescience, people with their erronerous notions of ‘I’ and ‘Mine’ might commit the mistake of
In this tenth pāśuram of the chapter, having been graced by the Supreme Lord, Śrīman Nārāyaṇa, to compose the sacred verses of the Tiruvāymozhi, the Āzhvār is overcome with profound anguish. His sorrow stems not from any worldly affliction, but from the unbearable realization that he is utterly incapable of performing any reciprocal favor (kaimmāṟu) for the immeasurable