Here is another grand poetic imagery, the Lord of bluish tint entering the battlefield, wielding the dazzling discus and other weapons of rare excellence, being likened to the blue sea set ablaze, moving about with flames all around. Even as Sītā locked herself up in the sweet embrace of the great warrior, Śrī Rāma, the Vīra Rāghava Who stood victorious in front of her,
In this third pāśuram, the friend of Parāṅkuśa Nāyakī reveals the profound state of the Āzhvār's divine love-sickness. Our revered ācāryas, such as Nañjīyar, explain that having been utterly captivated by the divine masculinity and valour of Emperumān in his arcāvatāra at Tiruppuliyūr, she is now found enthusiastically and unceasingly reciting his glorious names