Apirami Ammaip Patikam 2.9

2.9

To tell anyone else the nature of my distress, and for them to hear, / remove this distress, take pity in their hearts, / and do good, is not possible even in the measure of a sesame seed; / if you bestow only a little grace from the corner of your exalted eye, even useless / fine grains of sand become a mountain of high-touch gold; / moreover, having generously brought forth the high universes, / knowing that you become easily accessible and quickly protect and save / good devotees who meditate on you who make the thirty-two virtues flourish with beauty, / I have trusted in your lotus-like feet; come and bestow grace! / Living in growing Tirukkaṭavūr, O Vāmī! Śubanemi! Pugazhnāmi! / Vāmī in whom Śivasāmi delights! O Apirāmi, Umai!