In plain words
The poet: He of Araṅgam, who has made me his own, guards me from stepping onto the stage of this world [saṃsāra]. He has stood and sat within my heart; will he still lie on the serpent bed in the ocean of milk? He will not.
The poet: He of Araṅgam, who has made me his own, guards me from stepping onto the stage of this world [saṃsāra]. He has stood and sat within my heart; will he still lie on the serpent bed in the ocean of milk? He will not.