71. The cowherd women carry you on their waists, take you to their homes, play with you as they please and lovingly care for you. When the young girls see you, they become happy, and if learned people praise you, you give them your grace. You are the One giving me your grace and removing my sorrows. You stay in the eternal Thirukkurungudi, Thiruvellarai and Thirumālirunjolai surrounded with forts and You are the nectar that stays in Kannapuram. O dear one, shake your head and crawl. You are the lord of all the seven worlds. Crawl, crawl.

535. He, who took the form of Vāmanā resides happily in the forest in Thiruvenkatam and in Thiru Kannapuram. O kūdal, if He comes here, holds my hands and embraces me, you should come together. Come and join the place you started. Kūdidu kūdale.

719. You, the sweet nectar who were born from the beautiful womb of Kausalai praised by the whole world, made the crown of the king of Lankā fall. You are the dark jewel of Kannapuram surrounded by new walls studded with pure gold. O Raghava (Rāma), thālelo. thālelo.

720. You created Nanmuhan on your navel and make him create all the worlds. You shot the arrow that split open the chest of strong Thadagai and killed her and as the dark jewel of Kannapuram, you attract the hearts of all who see you. You are rule the lands in all the eight directions, O Raghava (Rāma), thālelo. thālelo.

721. You are the best son of the lineage of Kosalai with dark hair adorned with kongu blossoms. You are the beautiful son-in-law of the king Janakan whose fame remains forever. You are the son of Dasharatha, the dark jewel of Kannapuram where pure water flows like the Ganges. You are the sweet nectar of our family, O Raghava (Rāma), thālelo, thālelo.

722. You who created Nānmuhan on the lotus on your navel, the wonderful son of Dasharathan, the husband of Mythili are the dark jewel of Thirukkannapuram where bees sing in the groves. You carry the best of bows that shoots heroic arrows. O Raghava (Rāma), thālelo, thālelo.

723. After giving your kingdom to your brother Bharathan, you went to the thick forest with your younger brother Lakshmana who loved you so. You with a handsome chest strong as a mountain, king of Thirukkannapuram, are adorned with a precious crown that rules the world. You are the son of Dasharatha, thālelo.

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.

726. You made the monkeys build a dam on the ocean and destroyed Lankā surrounded by walls, and you churned the wavy milky ocean and gave nectar to the gods. You the best of archers, the servant of your devotees, are the dark jewel of Kannapuram where the best poets and artists live. O SriRāma, thālelo, thālelo.

727. You, the son of Dasharatha with hair tied with fragrant flowers, bent your bow and destroyed Lankā surrounded by walls. You are the dark jewel of Kannapuram where beautiful kazuneer flowers bloom on all sides and you are compassionate and give your grace to young ones, thālelo, thālelo.

728. You who rest on Adisesha on the ocean in Srirangam where all come and worship your feet created the gods, the Asurans and all the directions. You are the dark jewel of Kannapuram where the fertile Kaveri river flows and you are the best of archers, shooting mighty arrows with your bow. O Raghava (Rāma), thālelo.

729. Kulasekharan the mighty king who sits under a royal umbrella and carries a murderous spear composed these ten pāsurams, a garland of Tamil lullabies describing the lord of the Kakutstha dynasty, the god of Kannapuram surrounded by good strong new walls. If devotees learn and recite these ten pāsurams they will become dear to him.

1648. My daughter’s breasts have become pale. She is in love with the ocean-colored god and she says, “A bow, a shining golden discus, a strong sword called Nandaham and a white conch!” She says, “Look, unlike his enemies, he has four arms strong as mountains. ” Did she see the god of Kannapuram where good Vediyars live reciting the beautiful Vedās?

1649. My daughter says, “Carrying a bow in his hands, he fought with his enemies and conquered them. ” She says, “In one hand he carries the golden discus that destroyed his enemies when they came fight him. ” She says, “There is no one equal to you, and you are my dear god. ” Did she see the dear dark mountain-like god of Kannapuram?

1650. My daughter says, “He wears a thulasi garland on his crown studded with precious diamonds. ” She says, “He wears beautiful shining emerald earrings on his ears, and a golden chain studded with precious diamonds shines on his chest. ” The dear god stays in Kannapuram surrounded with mighty walls. Did she see him there?”

1651. My daughter says, “On his chest he wears a cool thulasi garland where bees swarm. My dear god who rides on an eagle broke the tusks of the elephant Kuvalayābeedam. See, he has a beautiful mouth red as coral. ” Did she see the god of Kannapuram where dark clouds in the sky roar?

1652. My daughter says, “He has beautiful lotus hands and feet. ” She says, “The beauty of his precious crown and his golden ornaments doesn’t go away from my mind. ” She says, “He has the long lovely-eyed Lakshmi on his mountain-like chest. ” Did she see the dear god of Kannapuram where fragrant lotus flowers bloom dripping honey?

1653. My daughter says, “He has a thousand names. He is generous, he is generous!” She says, “His ears are decorated with beautiful emerald earrings and he has eight arms. ” She says, “He has the color of a dark cloud that pours rain. He is like a tall mountain. ” Did she see the dear god of Kannapuram surrounded with flourishing fields?

1654. My daughter says, “He is wearing a red garment tied with a belt. ” She says, “His two fair beautiful feet and lovely hands are like lotuses. ” She says, “He has a dark sapphire-colored body. Is it emerald or is it a dark cloud?” Did she see the dear god of Kannapuram, where Vediyars live lighting sacrificial fires?

1655. My daughter says, “He comes riding on a victorious eagle in the middle of a mandram in the village. ” She says, “For Indra himself who conquers all in battles, he is Indra. ” She says, “Couldn’t we born as women have the fortune of embracing his chest?” Did she see the dear god of Kannapuram where Vediyars, scholars of the Vedās, live?

1656. My daughter says, “His shining crown is adorned with fragrant garlands swarming with bees. ” She says, “ I love him so much that I will not be separated from him even a moment. ” She says, “Where did I see him before?” repeating the same question again and again. Did she see the dear god of Kannapuram that attracts everyone’s mind?

1657. Kaliyan the poet composed a beautiful garland of ten Tamil pāsurams on the god of Thirukkannapuram surrounded by a fragrant forest with good trees describing how a mother is worried that her daughter with soft doe-like eyes has fallen in love with the god and wonders whether she has seen him. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams they will go to the golden world where the Karpaga tree blooms and stay there as famous kings.

1658. Her mother says, O faultless god of the gods with the lovely color of a precious jewel who know everything, my daughter worships Kannapuram surrounded with crashing water. Is she a thief like you? Is it right for you to make her bangles grow loose?

1659. “My daughter stands in the courtyard where the bright moon shines and looks around and points to Kannapuram and says, ‘See that!’ She loves that Pananār so dearly and she is not ashamed to express her love for him. Surely she wants to go to Thirunaraiyur. ”

1660. “My daughter prattles as Thiruneermalai and says, ‘Thiruvenkatam is a mountain filled with divine waterfalls that flow with abundant water, ’ and she asks, “Where is Thirumeyyam?” and says, ‘Kannapuram has excellent fame. ’ Her heart melts with his love and she grows weak. What is this?”

1661. “My daughter doesn’t eat all day. She doesn’t sleep. She is innocent and young, not old enough to fall in love yet. He is worshiped by all in Kannapuram. How could she fall in love with the dark ocean-colored Kannan? Why does she do this?”

1662. “My lovely daughter worships Kannapuram where Kannan stays. When she says, ‘I am a girl and I love the god, ’ she is telling the truth. Perhaps if she hears someone tell her how he stole and ate butter and how Yashodā tied him to a mortar, the pallid color of her body will change back to normal. ”

1663. “My daughter says, ‘I came to Thirukannapuram from Thirumālai in the north to be with the lord. ’ My beautiful daughter is innocent. Does she owe him anything? She cannot sleep at all. ”

1664. “If my daughter hears the sound of the rolling waves of the ocean or sees the cool moon that shines bright she feels distress. She has been suffering like this for many days. She always says her only wish is to go to ancient Srirangam (on Kannapuram) where the god stays who split open the mouth of the Asuran when he came as a horse. ”

1665. “All devotees go to Thirukkannapuram to worship your feet and you protect them. My daughter sees that and wants to go there and worship you. The jewel-like body of my innocent daughter with hair that swarms with bees has grown pale. Do you think it is right to make her suffer like this?”

1666. “My daughter does not have all her teeth yet. Her hair has not yet grown thick and you can’t say that she understands things. What can I do? She wants to see the god in Thirukkannapuram filled with groves blooming with flowers that drip honey. How can I think this child is really innocent?”

1667. Kaliyan, Yama to his enemies, praised by all the people of the world, the king of Thirumangai filled with clouds in the sky composed ten wonderful divine pāsurams on Thirukannapuram. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams they will live long with fame on this earth surrounded with oceans.

1668. She says, “My bangles grew loose and fell from my arms because of him who wears a fragrant thulasi garland, and carried Govardhanā mountain with his strong mountain-like arms. He stays in Thirukannapuram surrounded by the ocean where waves roll and bring curved conches, precious corals and creepers and leave them on the banks. ”

1669. She says, “ My bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love him who rests on the ocean on the snake bed of Adisesha, and who terrified the elephant Kuvalayābeedam that had small heroic eyes and shed rut like rain and broke its tusks. He stays in Thirukannapuram filled with beautiful palaces where the smoke of fragrant akil wood rises up and touches the top of the hills where clouds float in the sky. ”

1670. She says, “My tight bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love the lovely-eyed lord who fought and killed the seven strong-eyed bulls to marry Nappinnai and who was happy to remove the curse of the cool moon. He stays in Thirukannapuram where the moon rises and moves through the thick clouds above the decorations on the tall tops of the beautiful palaces studded with shining jewels. ”

1671. She says, “My golden bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love the lord who was tied to a grinding stone by the lovely-armed cowherdess Yashodā when she became angry with him. He pulled that stone, going through and destroying the marudam trees whose form the Asurans had assumed. He stays in Thirukannapuram with long streets surrounded by strong walls and fragrant groves where groups of beautiful peacocks dance. ”

1672. She says, “ My curved bangles grow loose and fall from my arms, for the lord who, as a little boy Kannan, ran around wiping his mouth when his mother Yashodā chased him with a small stick because he has stolen yogurt and eaten it. He stays in Thirukkannapuram where Vediyars make fires, perform sacrifices and recite the mantras of the Vedās. ”

1673. She says, “My shining bangles grow loose and fall from my arms, because I love the dear lord who fought with Hiranyan, split open his chest with his strong nails and destroyed his strength. He stays in Thirukkannapuram where tall fragrant petaled thāzai flowers grow on the dunes and the corals left by the river shine like blinking eyes. ”

1674. She says, “My shining bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love the dear lord who swallowed all the eight directions, the sun and moon, the large earth and the wonderful sky and spat them all out. He stays in Thirukkannapuram where clear waves bring beautiful pearls and pile them up in the shadow of Punnai trees blooming with blossoms where bees swarm. ”

1675. She says, “My tight bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love the lord who rests on the snake bed Adisesha on the wide ocean rolling with waves and created Nānmuhan on a lotus on his navel. He stays in Thirukkannapuram where beautiful lotuses bloom like lovely faces and dark kuvalai flowers dripping with honey bloom like eyes. ”

1676. She says, “My bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love the generous lord with a thousand names who rests on the thousand-tongued Adisesha. He stays in Thirukannapuram embracing on his mountain-like chest the beautiful Lakshmi with arms like bamboo and young breasts secured with a band. ”

1677. Thirumangai, the famous king of Thiruvāli with its flourishing fields composed ten beautiful Tamil pāsurams on Vāmanān the god of Thirukannapuram surrounded by the ocean with rolling waves and groves where honey drips from flowers. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams their bad karmā will have no results.

l678. She says, “ O kol bee, come and blow on the pollen of the beautiful fragrant thulasi garland in the hair of the god of the gods in the sky who embraces beautiful Lakshmi on his chest. He stays in famous Thirukkannapuram where the whole world come and worships him. ”

1679. She says, “O kol bee, come and blow on the fragrant thulasi garland of the ancient god who created the Vedās, and is adorned with a shining thread on his chest. He stays in Thirukkannapuram as his devotees praise his feet, worship and love him. has not come to see me. What can I do? The hot sun that burned me has gone to sleep and I am pitiful. My long eyes do not close and this dark night is longer than an eon. When will it pass? I do not know. ”

1680. She says, “ O kol bee, come and blow on the fragrant thulasi garland swarming with bees of the lord who is the first one on the earth. He stays in Thirukkannapuram, and all the gods in the sky come there and worship him. What is the use of your blowing on flowers that have already opened?”

1681. She says, “Oh kol bee, the dark cloud-colored lord who took the form of a fish, a turtle and a famed man-lion stays in Thirukkannapuram. Oh bee, come, taste the pollen of his cool, fragrant thulasi garland. ”

1682. She says, “O kol bee, what do you gain by blowing on all these beautiful flowers? Come, blow on the pollen of the cool, fragrant thulasi garland of the lord of Thirukkannapuram praised by the whole world who took the form of a dark turtle in the large ocean. ”

1683. She says, “O kol bee, the lord at kannapuram with a discus in his right hand, the highest light who embraces Lakshmi on his chest split open the earth when he took the form of a boar. He has a dark cloud-like body that shines like a kāya flower. O kol bee, come and blow on the pollen of the fragrant thulasi garland that decorates his shining crown. ”

1684. She says, “O kol bee, our dear lord, the father of Kāma, Madhusudanan, Madhavan who was born as the son of Dasaratha adorned with garlands on his wide chest, who went to king Mahabali's sacrifice as a dwarf and who will take the form of Kalki stays in Thirukkannapuram. O bee, blow on the pollen of the fragrant thulasi garland that adorns the lord’s chest. ”

1685. She says, “ O kol bee, do not blow on the neelam flowers and other beautiful blossoms that bloom on the banks of the long fields filled with abundant water. Blow on the pollen of the lovely fragrant thulasi garland on the shining crown of the dear lord of Thirukkannapuram who is Yama to the Rakshasās. ”

1686. She says, “O kol bee, the ancient god of the gods in the sky (kannapuram) who has the dark color of a fragrant kāyā flower, the beloved husband of the earth goddess, was raised as the son of Nandan. Blow on the pollen of the flowers of the fragrant thulasi garland that adorns his shining hair. ”

1687. Kaliyan, the king of rich Vayalāli surrounded with groves swarming with bees, who conquered many lands, composed ten Tamil pāsurams on the cloud-colored god of Thirukkannapuram. O kol bee, blow on the flowers as we his devotees and think of the god and sing the pāsurams of Kaliyan.

1688. She says, “My heart went to the lord of kannapuram who removed the chains from the ankles of his father Nandagopan. I am waiting to receive his divine grace. The moon, the king of the night, sends his cool rays as sweet as nectar and burns me and the soft breeze comes and blows over my beautiful breasts. They never cease giving me pain. ”

1689. She says, “ My heart, longing for the garland on his divine chest, has gone to him (who is in kannapuram) who is the younger brother of white-colored BalaRāma but has the color of a cloud and the dark ocean. There is no one here to help me now. The village sleeps and the world too. The chariot of the shining sun has disappeared from the sky and there is no light to be seen anywhere in the night. I don’t know what to do. ”

1690. (kannapuram) She says, “The bangles on my arms have grown loose and fallen. Is this because of the magic of that cowherd who drank the milk of the female devil when he was a child? How could he have compassion on us? The rays of the pure beautiful moon burn me, and I have no one to help. My breasts pain and my heart suffers listening to the music of the flute of the cowherd. There is no one to comfort me and say, ‘Do not be afraid. ’”

1691. (kannapuram) She says, “The young god who blew his white conch on the terrible battlefield where mighty ankleted enemy kings grew confused as they rode on wounded elephants in the Bhārathā war has not come to see me and the breeze that carries fire-like dew touches my young breasts. My life will be mine only if this breeze stops blowing. ”

1692. (kannapuram) She says, “The lord who shot his arrows, making holes in seven trees, carried a discus in his hand, fought with the Rākshasas and destroyed Lankā promised me that he would come but he has not come. The day is gone. O friend, what can we do? We have no one to help. The sun sets over the deep ocean in the evening and my life plunges into the pain of love and kills me. ”

1693. (kannapuram) She says, “The young lord who bent his bow and shot his fiery arrows, destroying Lankā surrounded by the ocean with its rolling waves, has not come to see me. What can I do? The hot sun that burned me has gone to sleep and I am pitiful. My long eyes do not close and this dark night is longer than an eon. When will it pass? I do not know. ”

1694. (kannapuram) She says, “Our dear lord who built a bridge, crossed the ocean, fought with Rāvana the king of Lankā in a terrible war and terrified the Rākshasas has not come to see me. The hot shining sun, the crescent moon and the sound of the cowbells all bring me sorrow, and even the music of the cowherd’s flute gives me pain. The night is longer than an eon. I don’t know when it will pass. ”

1695. (kannapuram) She says, “Kannan the brother of the sage BalaRāman who became angry at the unjust enemy kings and killed them with his mazhu weapon has not come to see me. The male bird with beautiful wings embraces his mate shivering in the terrible dew dripping everywhere. Is there anything more cruel than the loneliness I have on this dark night? I don’t know what bad karmā I must have done to suffer like this. The young god I love so much has not come. ”

1696. She says, “I had a dream that the god of Thirukkannapuram surrounded with strong walls came to me and made my heart joyful. When I think of it my bangles grow loose. Now it is night! The sound of the small bells of the bulls pains my heart and the sorrowful sound of the andril bird keeps me awake and kills me. I must have done much bad karmā. ”

1697. Kaliyan the chief of Thirumangai surrounded by beautiful cloud-covered groves composed pāsurams describing the love pain of a young woman whose soft breasts are tied with a band, how she prattled in her love for the ocean-colored lord. If devotees learn and sing these pāsurams on kannapuram, they will reach beautiful Vaikuntam and stay with the gods.

1698. O devotees, I have found a way to be saved. Our divine strong-shouldered lord became angry, bent his bow and made the Rākshasas who never tremble in war shiver. He is happy when he sees the doe-like glance of Lakshmi with hair that swarms with bees. He stays in Thirukkannapuram— let us go to there and worship him.

1699. Our lord who carried a strong bow in his hand and shot arrows and killed all the Rākshasas in southern Lankā and who rode on Garudā to fight with strong-armed Māli, making his head roll on the ground, stays in Thirukkannapuram. Let us go there and worship him.

1700. Our lord who fought with Thādaga, the daughter of a Rākshasa family and killed her when she disturbed the sacrifices of the sages, and protected their sacrifices, and who went to Lankā surrounded by forts and the ocean, fought a terrible war with the king of Lankā, afflicting him, and brought back his vine-waisted wife Sita stays in Thirukkannapuram. Let us go there and worship him.

1701. When Rāma went to bring back his wife Sita, and shot his arrows at the ocean making Varuna the god of the sea come to aid him, the monkeys in the Kishkinda forest built a bridge over the ocean with stones and trees and helped him as the spray from the ocean rose to the sky. Thirumāl who as Rāma with the monkey army entered Lankā, the kingdom of the cruel Rākshasa king Rāvana, stays in Thirukkannapuram. Let us go there and worship him.

1702. Our lord, the father of Kāma, is the eon itself. He took the forms of a turtle, a man-lion and a swan to fight with the Asurans and he accepts the sacrifices that Vediyars offer with the recitation of the Vedās. He went to Lankā protected by strong forts and surrounded with high, wave-filled oceans that circle the whole earth and cut off the ten heads and twenty hands of its king Rāvana and he stays happily in Thirukkannapuram—let us go there and worship him.

1703. O innocent heart, do not worry— the results of bad karmā will not come to us. Our lord who burned up Lankā in the south, ruled by his enemy Rākshasas, broke the long tusks of the elephant Kuvalayābeedam and gave his grace to Vānāsuran, the beloved of Nappinnai stays in Thirukkannapuram. Let us go there and worship him.

1704. He killed the murderous crocodile that caught the elephant Gajendra when the elephant went to get flowers from a pond blooming with flowers and tender leaves to worship him, and he gave the kingdom of Lankā to Vibhishanā the younger brother of ten-headed Rāvana, the king of Lankā surrounded with oceans rolling with waves, after shooting his arrow and killing Marisan when he came as a golden deer. He stays in Thirukkannapuram— let us go there and worship him.

1705. O mind, you are confused— do not be plunged in deep sorrow and suffer. The lord who destroyed the Marudu trees and killed the angry Asuran, fought with seven strong bulls, killed the elephant Kuvalayābeedam and the wrestlers sent by Kamsan, and broke the cart when Sakatasuran came in that form and killed him stays in Thirukkannapuram— let us go there and worship him.

1706. The Māyan, the lord of the gods in the sky, carried Govardhanā mountain as an umbrella and protected the cows and the cowherds from the storm, killed seven strong-legged bulls to marry the vine-waisted Nappinnai, went as a messenger to the Kauravās for the Pāndavās, kicked and broke the cart when Sakatasuran appeared in that form and killed him, and threw a calf at the vilam tree and killed two Asurans. Let us go to Thirukkannapuram and worship him.

1707. Kaliyan, the generous king of Thirumangai in flourishing Thiruvāli, composed ten pāsurams on the lord of Thirukannapuram surrounded with tall palaces over which dark clouds float. If devotees learn and recite these poems, they will rule this large world as the gods praise them.

1708. He with a wide mountain-like chest who killed seven bulls to marry beautiful Nappinnai stays in Thirukkannapuram filled with many ponds where swans see beautiful women and imitate their walk.

1709. The lord who fought with seven strong bulls and married lovely-breasted Nappinnai in a lavish ceremony and embraced her stays in Thirukkannapuram where there are many festivals and devotees live and worship him.

1710. Our faultless Nedumāl who carried Govardhanā mountain as an umbrella and protected the cows and the cowherds from the storm stays in Thirukkannapuram where baby rabbits jump in the flourishing fields as farmers weed and fish frolic in the ponds.

1711. When Kannan stole the churned butter that was kept by the young cowherd girls they saw him and laughed at him. He, the lord, embraces his beloved Lakshmi, and stays in Thirukkannapuram where abundant fragrant flowers blossom as bees play in their pollen.

1712. Our lord who fought with the Rākshasas, killing them and burning Lankā surrounded with forts, and measured the earth and the sky in the sacrifice of Mahābali, as his devotees, gods and sages saw and worshiped him - stays in Thirukkannapuram.

1713. The lord was born with BalaRāman who carries a mazhu weapon. Embracing beautiful Lakshmi, he stays in Thirukkannapuram where the sound of the singing of the birds playing among the flourishing blossoms spreads everywhere.

1714. The omnipresent lord who has the nature of the sun, the beautiful moon, the mountains filled with snow, the directions, the earth and fire -n stays in Thirukkannapuram where all the devotees praise him, reciting the divine Vedās and the sastras.

1715. Embracing beautiful vine-like Lakshmi on his chest as many devotees worship his feet he stays in Thirukkannapuram where lotuses blooming in the large fields are crushed by the plows of farmers and their fragrance spreads everywhere.

1716. The lord who carries a discus in his right hand and stays with Lakshmi and with the earth goddess surrounded by their attendants stays in Thirukkannapuram where ships bring precious goods and jewels.

1717. Kaliyan, the chief of Thirumangai filled with flourishing fields and forts composed ten Tamil pāsurams on the famous god of Thirukkannapuram where people sing his praise. If devotees recite and learn these pāsurams they will have no trouble in their lives.

1718. The cool lotus-eyed Kannan, the cowherd took the form of a strong fish and saved the world from the storm when the water rose up to the world of the gods at the end of the eon. I am his devotee and I found him in Thirukkannapuram filled with flourishing fields and forests.

1719. I am the devotee of the wise lord who took the form of a turtle and held Mandara mountain as a stick to churn the milky ocean and then took the nectar from the ocean and distributed it to the gods in the sky when there was a large flood at the end of the eon, and I found him in Thirukkannapuram surrounded by the roaring ocean.

1720. When the ocean rose and covered the whole earth with water our mighty father took the form of a boar with bent tusks and brought the earth goddess up from the underworld. I am his devotee and I found him in Thirukkannapuram filled with fields over which clouds float as herons searching for āral fish dive into the water and kayal fish, frightened, swim away.

1721. He took the form of a man-lion, angrily went to his enemy Hiranyan, fought with him and split open his chest with his sharp claws as the gods in the sky looked on in fright. I am his devotee and I found him in Thirukkannapuram where farmers reap and collect good paddy and save it in storage.

1722. Our father took the form of a dwarf, went to the sacrifice of king Mahabali, asked him for three feet of land and measured the world and the sky with his two feet. I am his devotee and I found him in Thirukkannapuram where in the plowed fields of paddy, precious as gold, budding mullai and kazuneer flowers blossom together.

1723. Our father took the form of ParasuRāma carrying a mazhu weapon and he the god of Thiruppāzhi conquered twenty generations of kings. I am his devotee and I found him in Thirukkannapuram filled with fragrant groves where beautiful neelam flowers drip honey that the bees drink.

1724. Our highest lord was born as the undefeated king Rāma, fought a cruel war in guarded Lankā with his enemies the angry Rākshasas and destroyed them. I am his devotee and I have found him who is worshipped by all in Thirukkannapuram where tāzhai plants spread their fragrance along the flourishing waterfront.

1725. Born as BalaRāma with an earring shaped like a plow in one ear and a simple earring in the other, the victorious lord fought and conquered many monarchs with spears. I am his devotee and I found him in Thirukkannapuram where Vediyars, scholars of the Vedās, make three sacrificial fires.

1726. Our father who was born as Kannan on a dark midnight took away the affliction of the earth goddess whose sweet mouth is red as coral and saved her from the underworld and fought in the Bhārathā war and killed all the Kauravās, the enemies of the Pāndavās. I am his devotee and I found him in Thirukkannapuram where ocean waves bring pearls and leave them on the banks and precious paddy plants wave in the fields.

1727. He took the forms of a fish, a turtle, a boar, a man-lion, and a dwarf and was born on the earth as Rāma, BalaRāma, ParasuRāman, Kannan and Kalki. Kaliyan, the devotee, composed musical pāsurams on the god of Thirukkannapuram. If devotees learn and recite these honey-like Tamil pāsurams they will not have the results of their karmā.

1728. The dark cloud-colored lord of kannapuram who saved the long-trunked Gajendra from the crocodile, is a precious emerald-colored jewel, my dear one, Esan, my father, and I, his devotee, keep him in my heart and am saved.

1729. Thirumāl, as generous as rain, dear as a mother to all, a lustrous jewel colored like a dark cloud that removes the troubles of his devotees took nectar from the ocean and rests on Adisesha. I, his devotee, came to him (lord of kannapuram) for refuge and am saved.

1730. The highest god, the light of the spiritual world, who killed seven bulls to marry Nappinnai, became angry at the king Rāvana, crossed the ocean, went to Lankā and defeated the Rakshasās. I am a slave of that matchless lord of Thirukannapuram surrounded with fields with channels that flow with water and neelam flowers bloom, and I will never be the devotee of any other god.