The Āzhvār has been crying himself hoarse, pining for the external perception of the Lord’s enchanting Form and enjoying it in all it details. When, due to constant clamouring, his voice gets choked, it should indeed compel the Lord to come down at once and see what has gone wrong with the yearning devotee. And yet, He has not turned up, making the Āzhvār suspect whether He is beyond his ear-shot.
In this third pāśuram of the chapter, as elucidated by the great ācāryas beginning with Śrī Nanjīyar, our revered Āzhvār, languishing in the sorrow of separation, makes a fervent appeal to Śrīman Nārāyaṇa. He implores the Supreme Lord, saying, “You must appear before me like an invigorating, distinguished, and pure rain cloud, to completely eliminate the unbearable