(i) This song and the next, striking a jubilant note, the exact opposite of what is revealed by the other songs in this decad, are indeed ironically couched. The Āzhvār really feels vexed that the Lord’s sweet and enchanting Form torments his thoughts, in the absence of the external enjoyment, longed for, by him.
(ii) Here is indeed a grand poetic imagery. The cloud-hued
In this fourth pāsuram of the chapter, the Āzhvār, completely overwhelmed by the transcendent beauty of Śrīman Nārāyaṇa, declares his profound inability to articulate the manner in which the Lord’s divine form enters, fills, and lovingly torments his heart. His experience is so immense that mortal language fails to capture its essence.
The Āzhvār beholds a magnificent