Religion
The Shoulder-Play
Translated by F. Kingsbury and G. P. Phillips (1921) · From Hymns of the Tamil Saivite Saints (1921)
Religion
Poor slave was I, how long I poured out all my days for naught,
To Him the all-supreme no homage rendering! Yet see,
How He, the jewel from eternal ages incorrupt,
Has come and drawn the prison-bolt of births, and set me free.
Play we Tōṇōkkam
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MLA
Vasahar, Manikka. “The Shoulder-Play.” Translated by F. Kingsbury and G. P. Phillips. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/manikkavacakar/6/.
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Vasahar, Manikka. “The Shoulder-Play.” Translated by F. Kingsbury and G. P. Phillips. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/manikkavacakar/6/.
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