Apirami Ammaip Patikam 1.5

1.5

Pouring down a rain of grace so that the crop of souls flourishes high without withering, / embracing them without wearying with the wings of your love / upon the ocean of bliss, / bestowing food to eat without deficiency / on the crores of living beings, from the tiny crawling ant to the herd of elephants, / O Nirmalī whose belly lovingly gives birth / to all the worlds bounded by the eternal ocean, [the world] proclaims you Mother of the Universes; / will they ever proclaim you Nīlī? / O Life of Ādi Kaṭavūr, soaring in fame through the sacrifices of the unblemished four Vedas! / O Śukapāṇi who never leaves one side of Amutīcar! / O Gracious Vāmī! O Apirāmi!