Being killed by the hand weapon which has the name of a poem and rising having been completely routed in a religions dispute and talking disagreement and agreement to create fear in the minds of by standers, speaking that god exists and does not exist when Araṉ in Tiruvālavāy stands by my side as help I am not to be easily defeated by the amaṇar who think nakedness is beauty, to make people ashamed by their form.