TIRUKKOILUR

It seemed that Varuna was at wits end, and so increased his intensity -- there was heavy downpour. Running helter skater for refuge another traveler reaching the portal of the but asked in a low voice, "May I get asylum for the night, Sire". Anon came the reply by the first, "Why doubt, its yours as much as mine, please come in and enjoy what little space is available for all of us, but one thing you have to know now, this being too inadequate and meant for one to sleep, two to equate and three to stand, kindly step in and as there are already two, we can stand for the whole night°. Delighted at the offer, he joined them and loon absorbed himself in singing in praise of Srimannarayana in pitch higher than the two. 

And it was non-stop; and what was more, solo mainly. Poor varuna was totally lost to himself; the result was unprecedented unendurable rain accompanied by gale in its ferocity. Tearing darkness, as it were, another weather-beaten and helpless man came then and expressed Ibis pathetic plight more through eyes and signs than words and phrases. Paralyzed at his miserable agony, the first came out, and explaining the position as before, pushed him into the but to take his place, preferring to standing outside, bearing the onslaughts of the rainstorm.

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