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The God of Love will shower a rain of flower-tipped
arrows from his charming bow
of sugar-cane

at that tender girl who longs for the soft feet
of the God of Truth:

Mercy gushes
from his side-long glances.

He stands here, a sea of sweet nectar,
saying to those who long
to plunge into him: “Come, dive deep!”

He has come to Tiruvahindrapuram,
where those who speak speak

only the essence
of the three
Vedas.

— Vedanta Desika’s Mummanikkovai,
translated by Steven Hopkins