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.

968. Before age bends our backs and we lean on a staff, Before our faltering steps lose their way, Let us go to Badrinath and worship the Lord, Who drank life from Pūthanā, when she came disguised as a loving mother.

969. Before we lean on a stick and grip our backs in pain, With trembling limbs, rolling eyes, and coughing loud, Before the young mock, “Was this man ever strong?” Let us go and worship Badrinath, where bees hum sipping honey from blooms.

970. Before flesh loosens and nerves stand out like cords, Before eyes roll and the heart gives way, unable to walk, If you have wisdom, O heart, chant His thousand names with love! And go and worship at Badrinath, where fragrant bees hum divine tunes.

971. Before bile surges and eyes shrink with tears, Before old age bends us, our feet stumbling in pain, Worship the One who, as a boy, lifted Govardhana high At Badrinath, where cool ponds brim with leaping fish.

972. Before we grow frail and cough-worn, Minds wandering, speech confused like the mad. Let us bow to Him, our Lord and Father, The dark-hued Radiance who churned the deepest ocean, Let us worship Him at the sacred Badrinath.

973. Before we grow frail and cough-worn, Minds wandering, speech confused like the mad, Let us bow to Him, our Lord and Father, The dark-hued Radiance who churned the deepest ocean, Let us worship Him at the sacred Badrinath.

974. When pus and mucus flow from your withered body, Those young women, your own kin, who once liked you, Will laugh and call you a frail old man. Before that shame descends, Worship our Lord at Badrinath, Who is our shelter and lasting wealth.

975. Before they mock you, “Chī! You cough, you tremble, your heart is weak. Leave this place!” Before you’re shamed by sharp-eyed women, Leave behind ruinous bonds of lust, seek the good path, And worship at Badrinath, where He wears cool fragrant tulasi.

976. When the senses grow frail and the body weak, when old age sets in, and you sit alone, heart heavy, mind disturbed, before your mouth babbles what your eyes merely saw, and thick phlegm is pushed out again and again, hold the cool garland of tulasi in hand, recite His thousand names with love, and join the devotees who circle, sing, and dance. Let us worship Him at sacred Badrinath!

977. In Badrinath, where bees drink cool honey and sing, lives Sriman Narayana, Praised in these sweet verses by Kaliyan, the Chief of Thirumangai, who made this garland of words like a fence of sacred leaves around Him. If devotees sing and dance to these songs with love, they will rule only in Paramapadam. No other place will have power over them. Such is the blessing for those who worship Him.

978. When the world was once swallowed by floods, my Lord took the form of a mighty boar, raised the vast earth with His tusks, and let the gods worship His divine feet. Then, He bent a great bow to humble Rāvaṇa's pride. And now, in Badrikāśramam by the Ganga’s banks, He dwells in groves rich with honey, where gods themselves come bearing garlands made of divine flowers from Kalpavruksha trees, to bow before Him.

979. In the deep woods, He saw the deceitful golden deer and shot a fiery arrow that sped with purpose, Then pierced Vāli’s chest with a deadly shaft, taking his life, as justice rejoiced in His hands. He, who delights in such righteous acts, is the One all gods and Brahmā seek as they bring fragrant lotus flowers, again and again, to worship at Badrikāśramam, by Ganga’s sacred banks.

980. Once as Rama, He shattered proud Lanka and the roaring sea, crushing Ravana, the lord of ṣanka and padhma nidhi, and laid waste the demon clans with fierce resolve. Like the sun circling Mount Meru and spreading its light in the wide sky and a cloth hoisted on a flag post, He now resides peacefully at Badarikāśramam, near the Ganga's clear waters.

981. O mind, listen! I’ll tell you a truth. Our Sarvesvaran (Lord of the gods), who is full of mercy, removes pain from His devotees and gives them SriVaikuntam, the highest place where Nityasuris live. Nopw, He lives at Badarikāśramam, near the Ganga’s clear waters, where apsarās bring silks, garlands, and jewels. Bow to Him, O mind, and rise!

982. Once, He drank from the breast of Pūthanā, the demoness who came disguised as a mother. Seeing this, Yaśodā, His real mother, trembled in fear and said, “I won’t let Him sit on anyone’s lap again.” That Lord, who grew up with such tender care, now stands atop golden Mount Meru, from where the vast Ganga flows down. He lives there still, at Badarikāśramam, on her sacred banks.

983. Once, to win Nappinnai, the lady with a slender waist and fish-like eyes, He tamed seven fierce bulls in one bold act, frightening all who watched. My Lord, who is cloud-dark in form, now lives in Badarikāśramam, on the banks of the sacred Ganga, who splits the mountains and brings even elephants in her wild course because of Bhagiratha’s penance.

984. He gave Indra his fierce elephant Airavata, the nectar from the milky ocean, and rulership over the heavens. To us too, He gave Himself. He is our Lord, our Father, and even the gods bow at His feet. It was His will that sent Ganga flowing from Mount Mandara, splitting into a thousand streams. Now, He resides at Badarikāśramam, on the banks of that sacred Ganga.

985. Once in Pañcavaṭi, Rama bent His beautiful bow in anger and struck down the golden-hued Māriṣa. He tore the mighty Hiraṇya in two with just the tips of His nails. He removed the fierce curse that Brahma cast on Rudra. This same Lord, who did all these, is now at Badarikāśramam— where Ganga, brought by the great sage Bhagīratha through deep penance, flows along the riverbank.

986. Our great Lord with a vast stomach once swallowed the clouds, winds, mountains, oceans, and all the worlds at the time of deluge He holds the sun and moon in His radiant form, and encompasses the heavens and endless kalpas within Himself. He is the one who, when Ganga descended through Brahmā’s world and fell from the sky, caused even Bhūmi to tremble at her force. That clear, gem-like Ganga now flows in fullness, and on her sacred banks, in Badarikāśramam, where our Lord lovingly resides.

987. On the banks of Ganga, whose gem-like waters rush with waves, in sacred Badarikāśramam, our Lord dwells. He, the Ocean-hued One, encompasses the threefold waters: river, rain, and spring. Meditate on Him! These ten verses were sung by Kaliyan with heartfelt praise, rich in meaning and resounding with devotion. Those who master and recite them shall live under a white umbrella, ruling the wide earth, and then ascend to SriVaikuntam, to join the Nityasuris.

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