312. O undi, fly and sing the praise of Rāma who gave his padukas when his faultless brother Bharatha followed him and asked him to come back to rule all the three worlds and be the king and show him his grace. Sing the praise of the king of Ayodhya and fly.

314. O undi, fly and sing the praise of Rāma who gave the kingdom to his younger brother and went to the forest obeying his step-mother Kaikeyi's orders and in the forest he cut off the ears and nose of thin-waisted Surpanakha as she screamed. Sing and praise the king of Ayodhya and fly.

316. O undi, fly and sing His praise who built a bride, crossed the ocean, entered Lankā and killed his enemy Rāvana the ten-headed king, and gave his kingdom to Vibhishanā, Rāvana's good brother. O undi, fly and sing the praise of the nectar-like sweet god, Fly and sing the praise of the king of Ayodhya.

318. Hanuman sees Sita in Asokavanam in Rāvana's Lankā and says, “O Beautiful goddess with dark thick hair! I am your slave. This is my request. Rāma broke the bow of king Janaka wearing a shining crown studded with diamonds and married you. When ParasuRāman, known for his great penance stopped him on the way to Ayodhya after your marriage, Rāma broke his bow and destroyed his powerful tapas. This tells you I am a messenger from Rāma.

321. “O Vaidehi, beautiful one with covered breasts O! royal queen of the Ayodhya king, who has a beautiful chariot. This is my request. Give me your grace and hear me. He became a good friend of Guhan, who, skilled in using a sharp spear, lived on the bank of Ganges. This tells you I am Rāma's messenger.

325. “O Vaidehi, with hair dark as kohl decorated with beautiful flowers, this is my request. In our search for you, the king of Ayodhya told all these to me and the monkey chief. so that I could search for you. Here is a ring from his hand— the best of all signs that I am his messenger. ”

399. Purshothaman who resides in SālakkiRāmam, Vaikuntam, Dwaraka, Ayodhya, Thiruvadari (Badrinath) and northern Madhura resides in the divine Thirukkandam where the flooding Ganges flows shaking the mountains with its roar and splitting the earth and making the trees on its banks fall.

724. You, the dark jewel of Kannapuram where learned men live, the king of Ayodhya and the wonderful helper of the sages, left the desires of worldly life and went to the terrible forest, obeying the words of your step-mother, as all your relatives followed you. O auspicious Rāma, thālelo, thālelo.

725. You floated on a banyan leaf when you were a baby,. swallowed the earth, killed Vali and gave the kingdom to his younger brother Sugrivan. You are the dark jewel of Kannapuram where the wind makes the waves bring jewels to the banks of the rivers. You are the king of Thiruvāli. You are the king of Ayodhya, thālelo.

741. Rāma, tall, with beautiful eyes, colored like a dark cloud, our dear king, our lord, the light that illuminates the whole world, stays in beautiful Ayodhya surrounded by high walls. Born in the dynasty of the sun, he brightens that royal line, and he conquered the whole sky and is the god of Thiruchitrakudam in Thillai. When will the day come when I see him joyfully with my eyes?

747. As Rāma he shot his arrows to calm the stormy ocean, made a bridge with the help of the monkeys and reached Lankā on the other side of the sea. He killed the Rakshasās who carried strong long spears, took the life of Rāvana the king of Lankā and gave the kingdom to Rāvana’s brother Vibhishanā, and returning to Ayodhya with his wife as lovely as Lakshmi, he was seated on his throne. I will not consider anyone my king except Rāma the god of Thiruchitrakudam in Thillai.

748. Rāma who reached Ayodhya filled with gold and beautiful diamond-studded palaces, heard his own story from the mouths, red as coral, of his two sons born to Sita, the princess of Mithila, to save the world. If we hear and drink in the story of Rāma of Thiruchitrakudam in Thillai we have no need of sweet nectar.

920. The cowherds untie their buffaloes for grazing and the music of their bamboo flutes and the sound of the cowbells spread in all directions as swarms of bees fly all over the fields. You who carry a bow, the strong king of Ayodhya, bull among the gods, destroyed the clan of Rakshasās in Lankā and you, the strong one, helped the pure sages do sacrifices and protected them. O dear god of Srirangam, wake up and give us your grace.

1068. The lord fought and killed Kamsan, the wrestlers and the elephant Kuvalayabeedam and its mahout, removed the curse of Shivā, the destroyer of the three forts, helped Arjunā and drove the chariot in the Bhārathā war, defeating the enemies of the Pāndavās, and as Rāma, he obeyed the orders of his stepmother and gave up the kingdom of Ayodhya to his younger brother Bharathan. He stays in Thiruvallikkeni and I saw him there.

1875. “The monkey army of Rāma, after wearing us down and conquering us, should not kill our elephants that eat so well or our galloping horses. They should not destroy our chariots or the Rākshasas. Let the dark kuvalai-colored Rāma, the king of Ayodhya surrounded with tall coral-studded palaces see us. Let us dance. Kuzhamani thuurame!”

Will those in quest of Knowledge seek to know anyone but Irāmapirāṉ, who instilled great love for Him even in the smallest ant and tiny grass in Ayōtti, the blessed city where God's love was rampant? This happened effortlessly, in all things still and mobile, across all places in this world created by Nāṉmukaṉ.

My mind, will we ever behold SriVaikuntam, who routed the formidable Asura Rāvaṇa and installed Vibhīṣaṇa, his brother, on the throne of Laṅkā? Vibhīṣaṇa then returned to Ayodhyā and ruled for thousands of years before returning to SriVaikuntam.