Hymns of Thayumanavar
''Of poison is their glance,
Temptresses art they,
Baffling art their tantrums,
Thou hath weakened far under their influence'' -
Thus thinking, He took the form of compassion
And seated Himself under the wild banyan tree.
Oh! Hard heart!
Why did thou not perform penance
For me to find the time appropriate
To adore that King, in love intense?