23. Devaki, who is like Goddess Lakshmi who emerged from the ocean, gave the garland bedecked, beautiful haired Yashodā the virtuous baby. Come and see the lotus feet of the innocent baby. Oh! Ones with coral like lips, come and see how beautifully He sucks His toes!

84. The Devās surrendered at your feet, sought your grace to get back their lost glory. You joined them and helped them churn the milky ocean using the mountain Mandara as a churning stick and the snake Vāsuki as the strong rope. Clap with the hands that churned the milky ocean, You who are as beautiful as dark clouds, clap your hands.

250. "You took the forms of a boar, a turtle and a fish You, colored like the sea, rest on the milky ocean When the cunning Asuran came as a calf to the field where cows were grazing, you took him in your small hands and threw him at the wood apple trees. Those who harm my son will meet only such an end.

427. You, the highest one of Sri Rangam resting on Adishesha, the snake on the milky ocean, made Nānmuhan on your navel so that he could create all the creatures of the world, and you also made Yama because you thought that the lives of people in this world should not be endless. O dear lord! You should protect me now.

441. You are my solace and Faith and the god of those who praise you with love. The god of the gods in the sky, You took the form of a man-lion, You measured all the seven worlds, and You are the apocalypse. You, the reason for everything, removed the suffering of the elephant Gajendra when he was caught by a crocodile and You churned the milky ocean with the gods in the sky. . Make me your devotee and protect me. I am weak—remove my suffering.

452. The poet Vishnuchithan, praises the lord who lies on his snake bed on the beautiful milky ocean that has roaring waves with Lakshmi, beautiful as a statue, saying that He came and entered his heart. He praises the lord in these pāsurams to guard him. .

475. “O people of the world! Do listen to how we worship our pāvai. Singing in praise of the feet of the supreme lord resting on the milky ocean, we don't eat ghee, don't drink milk. We bathe early in the morning, We don't put kohl to darken our eyes, We don't decorate our hair with flowers, We don't do anything forbidden, we don't speak harsh words. We give alms to the needy and the sages generously We think of lofty things and salvation and worship our Pāvai. ”

516. You who sleep on the deep milky ocean took the form of a lion to destroy Hiranyan and saved Gajendra from the mouth of the crocodile. When we saw you and fell in love with you, you looked at us out of the corner of your eye and didn’t worry about what we might think. We worked hard to make our houses with soft sand and our bangled hands hurt. O lord, you rest on the ocean where clear waves roll. Do not come and destroy our little sand houses.

551. With the desire of uniting with Him, my bosom rejoices, giving me immense distress. O beautiful cuckoo bird, why do you hide? Coo and call Him Make the One with the discus, the conch and the strong club to come to me, You will have the good karmā of doing many generous acts.

583. O cool clouds floating on the hills of Thiruvenkatam of the lovely-eyed Thirumāl who churned the milky ocean filled with conches! Tell Him that I bow to his feet and ask Him for one thing. Only if He comes one day and embraces me with my bosom smeared with kumkum paste, will I be able to survive. Go tell him this.

587. O velvet mites colored like red sinduram powder, and flying everywhere in the groves of Thirumālirunjolai, I am caught in my love for the one with handsome arms who churned the milky ocean with Mandara mountain and took its sweet nectar. It is like a net. Will I survive this sorrow?

605. O milky ocean, O milky ocean! Māyavan churned you and took the nectar from you. He entered my heart, made me suffer and took my life away. Will you go to him who rests on the snake bed and tell him how I suffer for his love?

665. He rests on the milky ocean and wears a fragrant thulasi garland swarming with bees and dripping with honey, on His divine mountain-like broad chest. He has lovely flower-like eyes. My heart falls in love with those devotees who are fascinated by Him and wander, sing, dance and worship Rangan, our dear lord.

680. To see the divine feet of the lord(Māyon), who rests on the cool, milky ocean where fertile coral reeds grow, let me be born as a shenbagam flower in Thiruvenkatam hills, where bees swarm and sing His praise.

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.

768. You are unique, but you, limitless, are also the three gods, Shivā, Vishnu and Nānmuhan, and the four gods. You who rest on Adishesha on the wide milky ocean are the source of good karmā, and give joy and goodness to all. No one can comprehend your form. How can you, the ancient god, come to the world in human form?

769. You rest on the snake bed of Adishesha with a thousand mouths, and two thousand fiery eyes, who makes a roof for you and is never apart from you. You have the color of the ocean— why do you rest on the milky ocean?

774. You took the form of a white lion and with your claws, split open the chest of Hiranyan with shining teeth. You, the Padmanābhān, rest on the milky ocean, and famous yogis recite the four Vedās and worship you.

779. You, the Māyan carrying the discus in your strong hand created the earth, swallowed the earth and spat it out, and you created the oceans and slept on the milky ocean. When the Asuras Thirumāli and Sumali came to fight with you, you sent them to Yama’s world, O you who went as a dwarf and measured the world.

780. You who are the highest god of the gods and the form of wisdom rest on the milky ocean, keeping Lakshmi on your chest and embracing her. You came to this earth in human forms. No one can say what your nature is.

790. You, the cloud-colored lord, used Mandara mountain as a churning stick and churned the milky ocean. You made a bridge using stones on the ocean to go to Lankā, and you destroyed Lankā surrounded by stone walls,. You protected the cows from the storm with Govardhanā mountain.

796. Are you on the earth or are you in the sky, or are you mixed into the earth? We do not know who you are—what is this magic? Are you with other gods in heaven? Are you near? Are you far? O virtuous one resting on the snake Adishesha in the milky ocean, who wear a fresh thulasi garland, you are pure.

832. The lord stays in the Thiruvenkatam hills who churned the milky ocean and rests on the ocean forever. He gave his grace to Vāli after killing him, and destroyed the seven trees with one arrow If you worship the feet of Thirumāl you will be saved.

839. My generous lord churned the milky ocean, using the mountain for a churning stick, a turtle to support the mountain and the white-fanged snake Vāsuki for the rope. He took the nectar that came from the ocean, gave it to the gods in the sky, and took away their troubles. I will not worship any one except him.

843. O cowherd who destroyed the seven bulls and embraced the arms of Nappinnai and married her with spear-like eyes that attracted all, you created the oceans, you churned the milky ocean and you rest on it. I come to you as my refuge. Give me refuge, tell me, “Don’t be afraid!”

889. My lotus-eyed god rules the world, resting on the milky ocean where waves break on the banks and spray drops of water with foam. My eyes that saw Kannan (Arangan) with a red mouth as soft as a fruit, shed tears. What can I, a sinner, do?

962. The lord who rests on the milky ocean with Lakshmi ornamented with a mekalai around her waist as the gods in the sky worship his sounding anklets stays in Thirupprithi in the Himalayas where bull elephants as large as mountains break young bamboo sticks, put them in honey and show their love as they feed them to their young mates. O heart, let us go to Thirupprithi and worship him.

973. When you become old, you will have trouble speaking. Your chest will be filled with phlegm and your body will be weak. You will be like a madman, unable to think well and talk coherently. He is the ancient one, dark-colored, our master, our father, and the bright light and he churned the deep milky ocean for the gods in the sky. O heart! Before old age comes, let us go to Thiruvadari (Badrinath) and worship him.

984. Our father who gave Indra the strong heroic elephant Airavadam, the nectar from the milky ocean and the kingdom of the sky stays in ThiruvadariyāchiRāmam (Badrinath) on the banks of the Ganges that falls from Mandara mountain and gives his grace with his thousand faces to the gods as they worship his feet.

1000. I gambled and stole things from others. I loved beautiful curly-headed women. I wandered all over wherever I wished and wasted my life. Now I have become your devotee and shiver when I think of the troubles that Yama’s messengers will bring. O lord who churned the milky ocean roaring with white waves, my father, you stay in Naimeesāranyam. I have approached your divine feet, my refuge.

1003. With a crooked mind I did evil things. I wandered around, associated with people like dogs, became weak, ran about and destroyed many lives. I didn’t feel bad at all. I didn’t think of what will happen to me in the world of Yama. O highest lord resting on the milky ocean, I searched for you and came to your divine feet. You are my refuge. You are my father and you stay in Naimeesāranyam.

1006. This body is made of bones, covered with flesh, skin and hair that are like walls. It has nine openings and it is like a little hut. When I depart from this body, I will think only of you as my refuge. You are the beloved of the goddess Malarmagal seated on a lotus dripping with honey and you rest with her on the wide milky ocean rolling with waves. I have done difficult tapas to reach you. O my father, you stay in Naimeesāranyam, I have come to your divine feet and you are my refuge.

1019. Our lord who rests on the milky ocean in Srirangam, who drank the poisonous milk from the breasts of the devil Putanā, stays in Thiruvenkatam where his good devotees go and praise him every day saying, “He is white in the first eon. He is dark in the second eon. He is sapphire-colored in the third eon, ” and worship him on that hill. O heart, let us go there and worship him.

1070. The lord, Yama for the Asurans, drank the poisonous milk from Putanā’s breasts and killed her when she came as a mother to cheat him and took the form of Mohini when the milky ocean was churned took the nectar and gave it to the gods as the Sāranar and the Siddhas praised him in amazement. He stays in Thiruvallikkeni and I saw him there.

1088. In Kadalmallai Thalasayanam I saw the lord, strong as a bull, sweet as the nectar from the milky ocean, generous as the Karpaga tree, bright like a golden hill, sweet as sugarcane in the hearts of his devotees, precious as a coral pillar, who swallowed all the worlds and spit them out, split open the mouth of the Asuran that came as a horse, broke the tusks of the elephant Kuvalayābeedam and walked between the marudam trees and broke them and who saved Gajendra from the crocodile.

1095. He came as Mohini and gave nectar to the gods, cheating the Asurans when the milky ocean was churned, and he took the form of a mighty man-lion with teeth like crescent moons and split open the chest of Hiranyan. As large as Thiru Meyyam mountain, he rests on the ocean surrounded by cool abundant water on many-headed Adisesha. The lord who has long beautiful lotus eyes stays in Kadalmallai Thalasayanam surrounded with thick groves where all devotees think of him and there is no limit to his fame. I found him there.

1098. I will not spend even the time it takes to blink thinking of those who do not think of my god who took the form of Mohini and gave to the gods the nectar that came from the milky ocean, cheating the sword-carrying Asurans, the enemies of the demigods. He stays in beautiful cool Kadalmallai Thalasayanam surrounded by the large ocean.

1108. Her mother says, “Even though my daughter with a lovely face as beautiful as the white shining moon knows that Lakshmi born in the milky ocean with its nectar stays on your chest, she does not stop loving you. She is as beautiful as the doll in the கொல்லி hills and her lovely eyes are like fragrant water-lily blossoms. She loves to worship your feet. What do you think of her in your heart, O father, lord of Thiruvidaventhai?”

1130. The beautiful sapphire god who rests on the milky ocean and gave a boon to the Asuran Kesi when he came as a horse stays in sacred Paramechura Vinnagaram in beautiful Kacchi filled with shining palaces where the famous Pallava king who conquered and wounded his enemies in Mannai with his spear worshiped him.

1164. If you want to keep in your heart the lord who loved the soft arms of Nappinnai, the cowherd girl adorned with jasmine flowers on her hair, and the divine Lakshmi, born from the milky ocean rolling with waves, whom he keeps on his divine chest, just go to sacred Thillai Chitrakudam surrounded by the divine river Vellāru that carries elephants’ tusks and sandalwood from the hills while the moon circles around that lovely place.

1228. The dark lord colored like a rain-giving cloud, strong as a bull, who split open the wide chest of the evil Asuran Hiranyan, and who churned the milky ocean and gave the nectar to the gods stays happily every day in the temple of Vaikundavinnagaram in Nāngur where jasmine bushes, punnai trees, beautiful cherundi trees and shenbaga flowers bloom in the rain, spreading their fragrance in the lovely groves, and fish frolic, swim and play in the ponds. O innocent heart, let us go there and worship him.

1239. Our god, as sweet as nectar, who carries a discus in his heroic hands and shines like a diamond, who came as a man-lion and split open the chest of the victorious Hiranyan and churned the roaring milky ocean with Mandara mountain to give nectar to the gods in the sky stays happily in the Arimeyavinnagaram temple in flourishing Nāngur where good Vediyars live, skilled in the seven kinds of music and as versed as in the sastras as Nānmuhan, the creator of the world. O heart, let us go and worship him there.

1339. Our dear lord, the cloud-colored Kannan who grazed the cows, churned the milky ocean for the gods, and fought with the Rākshasas and made their heads roll on the ground stays in the temple in Thiruvelliyangudi where blossoming cherundi and budding punnai plants bloom in the groves and lined bees swarm, drinking honey and singing sweet music.

1341. Our dark cloud-colored lord with an eagle banner who protected the cows, fought with Kamsan and sleeps on the milky ocean stays in the temple in Thiruvelliyangudi on the southern bank of the Mannai river whose waves deposit gold and diamonds on the shores, a place filled with diamond-studded palaces and forts where flags fly.

1347. Kaliyan with a strong spear, the chief of Thirumangai where bees swarm in the groves, composed ten Tamil pāsurams praising the god of Thiruvelliyangudi who took the form of a boar in ancient times, split open the earth and brought the earth goddess up from the underworld, and rests on the milky ocean as clear waves stroke his feet. If fortunate devotees sing these pāsurams, dancing and praising him, they will rule this world surrounded with the roaring oceans.

1373. You, the ancient lord took the form of a turtle and helped the gods and the Asurans churn the milky ocean to get the nectar that you gave only to the gods who, adorned with beautiful crowns, worshiped you. You stay in Thiruvellarai where bees that have lovers’ quarrels with their mates fly to the hair of beautiful women and the tops of the palaces touch the moon. I am your slave. Give me your grace.

1388. Her mother says, “My daughter never used to worry about anything. Now she worries always and says ‘O Venkatam, O Venkatam!’ She refuses to come and lie on my lap. She forgets to sleep closing her long sword-like eyes. What did the beloved of Lakshmi, born in the milky ocean, do to my daughter? The precious god with the beautiful dark color of a bee or a cloud lies on Adisesha on the ocean with rolling waves. He (Arangan) is life for the gods in the sky. What has he done to my daughter? I never thought she would be upset like this. ”

1398. In Thennarangam surrounded by the beautiful ocean I saw the lord who is as strong as an elephant, a dark emerald that lies on Adisesha on the milky ocean. He, Thirumāl, my lord who is sweet to me always, taught the Vedās to the sages and protected the cows and the cowherds from the storm.

1411. Using Mandara mountain as a churning stick and Vāsuki the snake as a rope, when he churned the wave-filled milky ocean with his thousand arms, the sound of the churning rose to the sky roaring, the waves rose high and touched the sky and everything there, the moon, the sun and all the gods, saw it and were amazed. He stays in divine Thiruvarangam.

1449. You are the highest lord. When the milky ocean was churned, you saw Shivā with a forehead eye when he drank the poison that came from the ocean, and you gave the nectar that came out of the milky ocean to the gods and you loved Lakshmi who came from the milky ocean. If you give me your grace so I may see you, I will not want this family life, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1488. The lord, the divine light who carries a discus in his right hand and a conch in his left, and who churned the milky ocean, stirring it, took the nectar and gave it to the gods, removed their suffering - stays in Thirunaraiyur where good Vediyars live who tell only the truth.

1510. Our lord Nambi who rests on the shining snake Adisesha on the clear milky ocean shot his arrow and killed Marisan when the Raksasan came in the form of a swiftly running deer and went to king Mahabali as a dwarf, asked for three feet of land, and measured the world and the sky with his two feet. He stays in Thirunaraiyur where in the groves filled with birds, kāvi flowers bloom like the eyes of beautiful women and lotuses bloom like their faces.

1519. Our father, Thirumāl, the lord of Thennāli (Thiruvāli) churned the milky ocean, and in ancient times, at the end of the eon, he took the form of a fish and swallowed the ocean. I saw him in Thirunaraiyur surrounded with fields filled with good water.

1540. He, the Lord of Naraiyur fought the mighty-eyed elephant Kuvalayābeedam and broke its tusks. He churned the milky ocean, took the nectar and gave it to the gods and embraced Lakshmi who came out of the milky ocean. Shameless, he stole and ate the yogurt and butter kept by Yashodā the cowherdess with hair that swarmed with bees. Praise his name and say, “Namo Narāyanāya. ”

1573. My famous will not leave my mind even for a moment. Sweet as sugar and sugarcane juice, he stays in Thirumālirunjolai surrounded with groves where kongu trees bloom with abundant golden flowers. He taught lovingly the four Vedās to the sages and rests on Adisesha on the milky ocean. I will not compose pāsurams on anyone except the dear Nambi of Thirunaraiyur.

1618. The Māyon who rests on Adisesha on the wide milky ocean rolling with waves, as Lakshmi and the earth goddess stroke his divine golden feet and sages praise him stays in beautiful, flourishing Thiruvazhundur where famous learned Vediyars skilled in the four Vedās perform the five sacrifices and are as divine as Nānmuhan himself.

1636. You have the color of a lovely dark cloud, the form of fire, of cool water, of a large mountain and of all other things, and you have your own form that no one else has. You, sweet as the nectar in the milky ocean, stay in the temple Salasayanam in Chirupuliyur embracing Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth. Your feet are my refuge.

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.

1744. You rest on the snake Adisesha, your bed floating on the flood of white water (milky ocean) with roaring waves. O generous lord, we are your devotees. You stay like a thief in Kannapuram and you protect us.

1816. O heart, if you do not think that it is your duty to follow the false teachings of the Pasupathars, the Jains and the Buddhists and if you do not think they will save you, go to Thiruvallavazh where sages worship the generous god who gave nectar from the milky ocean to all the gods.

1828. Her mother says, “He, the highest of the three gods who rests on Adisesha on the roaring milky ocean, swallowed the earth and spit it out and on his navel created Nānmuhan creator of the world. Can my daughter with a vine-like waist join the god of the gods, Govindan, the cowherd in Thirumālirunjolai?”

1899. The lord who churned the sounding milky ocean using Mandara mountain for a churning stick shot with a sling at the Kuni’s back, making it bend, and then shot again and straightened it. He swallowed the ancient seven worlds, the seven mountains and the seven oceans where fish swim and kept them in his stomach. See, now he has stolen butter and the cowherd women have caught him and tied him up and he cannot move. (Dāmodara Leelai)

1940. Her mother says, “Are you proud because you are water, fire, sky, the large world and wind? Or do you think that my daughter with a beautiful garland in her hair has no one but you? I have done bad karmā. My daughter is as precious as the nectar that came from the milky ocean. Do you think she is like the garden of a Vediyan who gives his attention only to making his sacrificial fire and gives no care to anything else?”

1983. As a turtle he supported Mandara mountain on his back and using it as a churning stick and the snake Vāsuki as a rope he churned the milky ocean while all the gods in the sky helped him. That Thirumāl is our refuge.

2012. The dear lord whose chest is adorned with jewels shines like a golden hill and rides on the bird Garudā. He used Mandara mountain as a churning stick and the snake Vāsuki as a rope, churned the milky ocean, took the nectar from it and gave it to the gods. If devotees have not seen him, their eyes are not truly eyes.

2034. Our father, the highest, churned the wide milky ocean using large Mandara mountain as a churning stick and the snake Vāsuki as a rope, took nectar from it and gave it to the gods. I worship the young god of Thirumālirunjolai filled with thick bamboo groves where the rays of the sun cannot go.

2047. Our lord killed the Rakshasā Mārisan when he came as a magical deer, walked between the marudam trees and destroyed the two Asurans, measured the world and the sky with his feet at Mahābali's sacrifice, and churned the milky ocean, took the nectar from it and gave it to the gods in the sky. I, his devotee, adorn my dear lord with a pure beautiful garland made of my praise.

2054. Nedumal with his divine body who is far away shone with the white color of a conch in the Treta yuga. When he took the nectar from the milky ocean, our divine Thirumāl had a dark blue color. We cannot say that he has only one form, we can only praise him saying that he has different forms in each eon. Who has seen the dark beautiful-eyed god? Who can describe him?

2060. You stay in Thirukadalmallai on the ocean where ships bring precious diamonds and in Thirukkachi surrounded with forts and in Thirupper (Koiladi). As part of your body, you have Shivā, adorned with a beautiful kondrai garland dripping with honey who shares his body with Shakthi, the daughter of the king of the Himalayas. You, the highest in the world, beautiful as coral (Thiruppavalavannā), rest on Adisesha on the milky ocean and stay on the peak of the Himalayas, the snow mountains. I, a poor man, wander everywhere looking for you.

2066. “My daughter says, ‘He, mighty as an elephant, stays in Thirukkachi surrounded by strong stone walls. He is a sweet fruit and he rests on Adisesha on the milky ocean. Our father happily stays in beautiful Thiruvazhundur surrounded with fields, ponds and blooming alli flowers. ’ My innocent daughter carries a veena that touches her breasts, smiles beautifully and plucks it with her fingers, making them red as she sings like a prattling parrot. ”

2080. The daughter says, “My lord, the beloved of Nappinnai the cowherd girl, churned the milky ocean with waves, shot his arrows and killed the king of the Rakshasās whose strength never failed, conquering and destroying the Raksasas, and carried Govardhanā mountain in his arms, protecting the cows. I am his slave and I worship Nedumāl, the tall god of cool Thirukudandai and Thiruvinnagaram surrounded by the ocean rolling with waves.