10. The day when we declared our subservience to You, our master, is the day of our deliverance and bliss. Lord! You were born on an auspicious day at northern Mathura. You broke Kamsa's bow in his weaponry, and danced on Kālingan the five-headed snake. We pray that you live long, (“Pallāndu, Pallāndu!”)

16. (Thirukkottiyur) The women of Aipādi, Mathura took the uri, rolled the pots in front of their houses and danced. The fragrant ghee, milk and yogurt spilled all over and they were filled with frenzied joy and their thick soft hair became loose.

264. Lord Krishna ate the rice that was heaped like a mountain, curd running like a stream and ghee thick like mud in a single gulp and earned the wrath of Indra. Govardhanā is the mountain which He lifted, colored like the dark ocean lifted to protect

265. Govardhanā is the victorious umbrella-like mountain that Madhusudhanan carried to stop the rain and protect the cows when Indra, the king of gods commanded a heavy downpour. Govardhanā(Madhura) is a mountain where the female elephant bravely protects its young one under her legs, opposes lion and fights the lion that chases it.

266. Govardhanā is the mountain which my Lord who holds the shining discus( chakra) in His hands, lifted like an umbrella, when the large-eyed cowherd women and cowherds prayed and pleaded screaming "Help us. You are our refuge!" Govardhanā (Madhura) is the mountain where men with strong mountain-like arms bend their bows when their lovely doll-like women ask them to catch deer, saying, “See, a group of deer are grazing on our millet. ”

267. Like a mahout giving a ball of rice, to a big-mouthed angry-eyed elephant, Kannan the God of Gods, dug deep into the earth and lifted the Govardhanā mountain (Madhura), where the clouds descend to the ocean, scooping up the water, rise to the sky in the east, gather and pour down rain as if from a pot.

267. He, who took the form of a boar, lifted Govardhanā quite effortlessly, as if throwing a challenge, Oh! Gods above! Is anyone strong enough to lift the mountain?" This mountain is the home of the wild elephant that raises its trunk towards the crescent moon in the sky, thinking that to be its broken tusk.

269. The victorious umbrella-like mountain that our wonderful Thirumāvalavan carried, putting all the five fingers of his lovely lotus hand at its base and lifting it with his large, beautiful arms is Govardhanā (Madhura) where the water of the white waterfall flows everywhere as it carries lovely glistening beautiful pearls and makes the hill look like a treasure of pearl garlands.

270. The victorious umbrella-like mountain that our Damodaran carried using the five fingers of his wide hands just as the thousand-headed Adishesha carries the earth is Govardhanā (Madhura) where the monkeys live and put their small children to sleep holding them in their hands and singing the fame of Hanuman who went to Lankā and destroyed its pride.

271. When rain clouds gathered and poured heavily, frightening all, Kannan carried this mountain(Govardhanā), to save the cowherds, like a warrior using his shield to protect from the rain of arrows in the battlefield. In Govardhanā (Madhura), pious rishis practice tapas living in huts roofed with leaves, while angry murderous tigers go and sleep with them.

272. The One who drank milk from the breasts of the terrible Putanā and killed her, lifted the huge mountain that bears His name Govardhanā, like a pillar that bears a heavy weight. This victorious mountain that is home for the monkeys that climb on the branches of trees carrying their babies on their backs and teach them how to jump.

273. The fingers of his lotus hands that have creeper-like thin prints did not loose their beauty and his strong beautiful finger-nails did not hurt when the beautiful blue-colored one carried Govardhanā mountain (Madhura). He carried the mountain as if it were something he did every day. On the umbrella-like Govardhanā mountain, a group of large clouds rest on the top of the hills making the mountain look as if it has grey hair as they pour down rain everywhere.

274. The famous Pattarpiran Vishnuchithan where the Vediyars recite the divine Vedās composed these ten pāsurams on Govardhanā mountain (Madhura) where jasmine flowers bloom on the branches of kuravam trees. He describes how the hill is carried as an umbrella by the god who rests on Adishesha and rides on the Garudā, the enemy of snake. If devotees recite those pāsurams in their hearts and worship him, they will reach divine Vaikuntam.

277. When the prince of the sky, the lord of Vaikuntam, the little one of Vāsudevā, the king of Madhura, Govindan, the princely son of Nandagopan the little child of the cowherds plays his flute, young Apsarases come down from the sky and approach him, their hearts melting and their flower-like eyes shedding tears. Their hair swarming with bees becomes loose, their foreheads sweat and they close their ears to everything else and hear only the music of his flute.

297. Like a pond that has lost its beauty because the falling dew has made fresh lotuses shed their petals and the blossoms to shed their pollen, my house looks empty. I haven’t seen my daughter anywhere. Did she go towards Madhura city following Him who destroyed the Asurans, when they came disguised as wrestlers?

341. The mountain of the god who carried Govardhanā mountain (Madhura) to save the cows and the family of the cowherds when Indra, the king of the gods, tried to destroy their festival with a storm is the southern Thirumālirunjolai where a river of honey flows just like the river that flows in the Karpaga garden blooming with lovely flowers.

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.

430. I do not know any of the magic you do. When the Kingarars, the messengers of Yama, come, make me suffer and take me to Yama’s world, I may not be able to think of you, O god of the gods in the sky, O Māya, born in Madhura, my soul is yours. You should protect me. O lord, you rest on the snake bed on the ocean in Srirangam.

538. He killed the elephant Kuvalayāpeedam whose forehead was decorated with an ornament. If you want him to come to the middle of our street in Madhura surrounded by big palaces and embrace us, O kūdal, you should come together. Come and join the place you started. Kūdidu kūdale.

539. He does not have any desires. He had just learned to walk, when he killed the Asuras who came as marudam trees, and he killed Kamsan with his ploys. He is the victorious king of shining Madhura. O kūdal, if you want him to come here to us, you should come together. Come and join the place where you started. Kūdidu kūdale.

560. O friend, I had a dream. Dancing women carry shining lights and kalasams and go in front of Him and welcome Him. The king of Madhura walks touching the earth as the earth shakes.

569. You are a wonderful conch! Like the full moon that rises from behind the large mountain, in autumn, you stay in the hands of Vasudevan the king of northern Madhura.

617 She tells her relatives, “You don’t understand that I love only Mādhavan whom no one can know. Saying that you will wed me to someone is meaningless like the dumb talking to the deaf. Leaving His begotten mother(Devaki), He was raised by Yashodā His foster mother. Take me near Madhura and leave me there before he goes to the battlefield to fight with the wrestlers. ”

624. “He grazed the calves, lived among the cowherds in the forest, and got himself tied to the mortar by Yashodā. O! poor mothers, you are sinners! don’t gossip about the things you have heard. Don’t get together and argue with each other. Take me near the Govardhanā mountain (Madhura) that He carried as a victorious umbrella to stop the rain and protect the cows. "

626. Kodai, the daughter of Vishnuchithan, the chief of Puduvai filled with shining golden palaces composed a garland of beautiful pāsurams with music describing how the beloved(Andal) with long hair, is determined to join Kannan and how she urges the relatives to take her on a pilgrimage from Madhura to Dwaraka and leave her with Him. Those who learn and recite these ten pāsurams will reach the abode of God. (Vaikuntam)

634. “My heart melts for Him who carried Govardhanā mountain (Madhura) and I suffer. He doesn’t even care whether I’m alive or not. If I see that mischievous one who stole my heart, I will pluck my bosoms and throw them on his chest. Perhaps that will make my fiery anger cool. ”

637. "Did you see that dark bull-like one playing like a young calf, running behind his brother Baladeva?" “We saw him grazing the cows and giving them water. He loves them and plays with them in Brindavan (Madhura). ”

638. “Did you see Govardhanān who left me and went to Gokulam, the cowherd village and fascinates everyone by stealing the butter, eating it and smelling of ghee?" “We saw the dark one adorned with garlands made of forest flowers. playing with his mates in Brindavan (Mathura) He looked like the clouds shining with lightning. "

639. "Did you see Him who is the personification of beauty, the One who symbolizes Love and the One who tells incredible lies? Did you see Him here? "We saw Garudā, the son of Vinadai, spreading his wings to protect Him from the heat, here in Brindavan (Mathura).

640. “He attracted me with his dark beautiful lotus eyes, tied me to him with his love, pulled me and played with me. Did you see Him?” “We saw Him. He was like a baby elephant covered with a cloth decorated with pearls. We saw him sweating and playing in Brindavan (Madhura). ”

641. “Did you see Madhavan, my lord, my jewel? who is like a boar that has been caught in a net and escaped? Has no one seen him? Doesn’t he want to show himself to anyone?” “We saw him. He was like a dark baby cloud wearing golden clothes as he came on the street in Brindavan (Mathura). ”

642. “Did you see the naughty one, his beautiful eyebrows bending like his Sārangam bow? He doesn’t have any compassion for the young girls who love him and is always bothering them. He doesn’t know how to get along with others. ” “We saw the dark one with a fair face. He looked like the bright sun rising from behind a hill. We saw him in Brindavan (Mathura). ”

643. “Did you see Him, beautiful and dark as a cloud? Is his mind as dark as his body? He makes many promises to girls but doesn’t keep them. Doesn’t he have any compassion?” “We saw Him. He was bright as the sky filled with stars when he came with a big crowd in Brindavan (Mathura). ”

644. “Did you see generous Thirumāl carrying a white conch and a discus and adorned with golden clothes?” “We saw him as his lovely fragrant hair fell on his large arms, like bees that swarm with glee, while he played in Brindavan (Mathura). ”

645. “He created Nānmuhan on a beautiful lotus growing from his navel, so that Nānmuhan could create the whole world. Did you see the faultless lord who created this world and plays in it?” “We saw Him fighting and killing the demon Thenuhan the elephant Kuvalayāpeedam and Bakasura in the forest. We saw him in Brindavan (Mathura). ”

646. Vishnuchithan Kodai composed pāsurams about seeing in Brindavan (Mathura), the supreme lord who gave His grace to Gajendra the elephant. Those who keep these pāsurams in their minds as a cure will live under the divine feet of the lord without leaving Him.

718. Kulasekharan the king of கொல்லி who bowed down with his head and worshiped Kannan wrote a garland of ten Tamil pāsurams describing how Devaki was sad not to have the fortune of seeing her son grow up who fought with Kamsan the king of Madhura and killed him. If devotees learn and recite these fine musical Tamil pāsurams they will be with Naranan soon.

916. Thondaradippodi, the pious devotee praised Kannan, Thirumāl, the god of Srirangam, who killed the strong well-fed elephant in flourishing Madhura, that has beautiful palaces decorated with coral. If devotees recite his simple pāsurams they will become his sweet devotees.

947. Nambi of south Thirukuruhur, our friend, is the friend of all who approach him. If devotees believe in Madhurakavi’s words, they will see Vaikuntam and abide there.

1512. Our lord who went to northern Madhura, joined the festival of the bow competition, fought with the wrestlers there and defeated them, and who jumped into the pond and danced on the heads of Kālingan stays in Thirunaraiyur where many good Vediyars recite the divine Vedās well and perform Soma sacrifices.

1527. Kaliyan with arms as strong as mountains and adorned with fragrant garland dripping with honey composed ten pāsurams on the lord of beautiful Thirunaraiyur, the son of Vasudeva of everlasting northern Madhura. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams they will become gods among the gods in the golden world of the spiritual world.

1833. Her mother says, “The dear god Kesava Nambi born in Madhura surrounded with fragrant blooming flowers is hard for people to reach if they do not love him or think of him. He stays in Thirumālirunjolai worshiped by the whole world. Will my daughter with eyes like kendai fish be able to see him?”

2706. “I have decided to go to temples to see the dark one. I will go to beautiful Thiruvenkatam, Thirukkovalur, strong-walled Kachi, Thiruvuragam, Thirupperagam (Koiladi), Vellarai, temple of the god who walked through the large marudam trees and destroyed the Asurans, Thiruvekka, Thiruvāli, Thiruthangāl, Thirunaraiyur surrounded with water, Thirupuliyur, Srirangam surrounded with groves, Thirukkannamangai, beautiful jewel-like Thirukkannanur, Thiruvinnagaram, famous Thirukkannapuram, Thiruthancherai, Thiruvazhundur, Thirukkudandai, Thirukkadigai, Thirukkadalmallai, Thiruvidaventhai, Thiruneermalai, the famous Thirumālirunjolai, Thirumogur, Thiruvadari (Badrinath) praised by all, northern Madhura and all other places of the god without missing any. I prattle on saying the thousand names of the famous, lotus-eyed god adorned with thulasi garlands dripping with honey who broke the tusk of the elephant and saved Gajendra from the crocodile, Even if the villagers say nasty things about me I will surely continue to write letters, made of palm leaves. 34 - 40

When will I attain the joy of ceaselessly contemplating the blossoming lotus feet of Kaṇṇa, my divine Father with delightful sapphire complexion? He was born in Vaṭamaturai, the Supreme Lord adorned with magnificent glory, now residing in Tiruvāṟaṉviḷai, surrounded by robust sugarcane fields, lush paddy crops, and fertile lands.

Oh, wielder of the effulgent discus, that mighty weapon! On Your banner is the bird, Your carrier with large plumes. How can Your callousness conform to Your fame? I often ask myself this and keep sobbing. What is the intention of the wondrous Lord, who was born in Uttaramaturai (Mathurā), abounding in fine orchards? I can hardly guess.

Neither the wife you acquired, nor the sons born to you, nor your other relations and friends, will love you for anything other than money. Your salvation lies in being the devoted vassal of the great Benefactor, who swallowed everything that lay in all ten directions.

Earthly relatives and others often pursue your wealth under the guise of being genuine benefactors, but their intentions are like leeches, draining you as long as they can. It's wiser to seek refuge in our cloud-hued Lord, who effortlessly pierced seven trees with just one arrow. Relying on others is futile; turning to the Lord is the true path.

When men see money in your hands, they praise and court you, securing one thing or another before they leave. However, none will come to you out of pity when severe poverty casts its shadow upon you. There is indeed no other way for your salvation except through the grace of the Lord who was born in North Maturai to quell the Asuras who inflicted pain on all.

The men we court and pamper, after deep reflection, seem like our certain saviors in times of dire need, but they are helpless themselves and will ultimately betray us. It's pointless to rely on these ungrateful people. Instead, we should focus on the great glory of the One born in North Maturai, for our salvation lies only there.

Truly, those who boast of their abilities and indulge in worldly pleasures will eventually face shame and ridicule. The greatest bliss lies in being the devoted servant of the Lord born in North Maturai, who came to vanquish the wicked Asuras and establish righteousness.

Many individuals from the past have passed away without realizing the ultimate eternal goal; unfortunately, there is no true happiness in this world. Our salvation lies in praising the magnificent Lord, who was born in the rich and ancient North Maturai. This is a simple truth that cannot be explained in any other way.

Let me briefly tell you, people of this vast world! There is no way to attain salvation except by learning about and contemplating the flawless qualities of Kṛṣṇa, our Lord, who was born in North Maturai. This alone is meritorious and sufficient, without the need for exhausting and tedious practices.

Indeed, many are unaware of the true essence of existence. There exists no greater joy for the pure-hearted than to contemplate and sing the magnificent glory of the wondrous Lord born in North Maturai.

Often, mundane pursuits may seem paramount, but alas! they diminish, like the earlobes marred by wide piercings in pursuit of adornment. Yet, there exists no refuge except in Lord Kaṇṇaṉ, adorned with fine garlands, born amidst the banners atop the castles of North Maturai.

The Lord was born in North Maturai as Kaṇṇaṉ to affirm that He alone is our reliable refuge and to alleviate Mother Earth of her immense burden. Surrender everything you consider yours at His feet and achieve salvation; there's no need to hesitate, as everything ultimately belongs to Him.

The virtuous individuals who are familiar with these ten songs, chosen from the flawless thousand verses composed by Caṭakōpaṉ of Kurukūr in pure Tamil, devotedly placed their unwavering faith solely in Lord Kaṇṇan, the One adorned with garlands. They are regarded as masters by Caṭakōpaṉ and others of his kind for a long time.