A series of things oppress the Nāyakī in her present state of desolation, as stated above. While the memory of her erstwhile union with the Lord haunts her and makes her feel that His deeds are even more cruel than Himself, the enchanting melody of His flute is the last straw to break her back. The last-mentioned alone is enough to take her life out.
In the preceding pāśuram, Parāṅguśa Nāyakī expressed her anguish, and in this eighth verse, as explained by the venerable ācārya Nañjīyar, she laments that the very entities which were once harming her both individually and collectively have now begun to fiercely compete with one another to intensify her suffering. The Āzhvār, in the throes of divine separation, experiences