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.

1188. I am your slave and you came and entered my thoughts. You are sweet to my mind and I worship you. You are my wealth and my precious life, the dear god of Thiruvāli where everywhere the tender shoots of asoka trees bloom like fire with lovely red flowers.

1189. You rest on a snake bed on the ocean like a precious blue jewel on a mountain and you are also in the mind of me, your slave. You are the dear god of Thiruvāli where lovely flocks of peacocks dance in the groves and the smoke from the sugarcane presses rises above like clouds and spreads fragrance everywhere.

1190. You are not concerned that today will soon be gone like yesterday. — you have entered my heart today and you will stay there forever. You are the dear god of beautiful Thiruvāli where rich paddy grows on the banks of the fields filled with water and the vālai fish that jump from the hands of farmers as they cut the crop fall among the flourishing sugarcane.

1191. You made me forget the beautiful women with waists as thin as lightning and think only of your divine, eternal feet. You are our dear father, the god of beautiful Thiruvāli filled with thriving paddy fields, flourishing groves, punnai trees, blooming cherundi plants and swans.

1192. I have adorned you with many flower garlands and worship your feet, O lord and divine sage who destroyed the Asurans who came as marudu trees Do not make me suffer, O god of beautiful Thiruvāli where the sound of songs, conches and drums spreads everywhere and the music for dancing fills the place and never stops.

1193. I offered eight kinds of fragrant flowers, worshiped your beautiful divine feet and thought only of you, who have entered my heart—I will not let you leave. You are the dear god of beautiful Thiruvāli where Vediyars do morning and evening worship, perform sacrifices, recite the four Vedās without stopping and teach the Vedās to others.

1194. You who rest on Adisesha on the ocean with rolling waves came and entered the mind of me, your slave, and I will not let you leave. You, all-knowing and virtuous, stay in beautiful Thiruvāli where many crabs sleep on cool lotus flowers in the shadow of nyazhal and punnai trees that are always in bloom.

1195. You who rest on Adisesha on the wide ocean filled with conches on the shore in Kadalmallai entered my heart and gave me your grace. If you want to leave my heart, I will not let you. You stay in Thiruvāli where sweet bees embrace fragrant shenbaga and jasmine blossoms and then go to play among the tender leaves of young palm trees.

1196. O lord, you are the king of the gods, the creator of the Vedās and you taught the Vedās to the sages when they worshiped you and came to you reciting your thousand names. You, the ancient god of beautiful Thiruvāli, taught the lives of the divine sages to the world and you should teach me also even a little of the Vedās.

1197. Kaliyan with strong mountain-like arms composed ten sweet poems on the god Māyan of Thiruvāli surrounded with groves where bees embrace one another and sing. If devotees learn these pāsurams well and sing them and teach them to others, they will go to the spiritual world in the sky.

1198. O little bee with dots on your body, you stay with your mate without leaving her and you enter pure open blossoms and drink their honey. Go and tell him who shot his strong arrows at his enemies and conquered them how I suffer in love for the lord of Thiruvāli where famous Vediyars live making sacrificial fires and reciting the Vedās.

1199. O small six-legged bee, you open lovely, fragrant neelam flowers and stay in them with your mate and drink honey from them. I do not know the thoughts of my beloved lord of Thiruvāli where beautiful kazuneer flowers bloom on the banks of fields. O bee, go and tell him how I suffer from the love for him.

1200. Nedumāl adorned with fragrant thulasi garlands is water, sky, earth, fire and wind and he gives his grace to his good devotees. O small heron with a sharp beak, you live in the fields of Thiruvāli surrounded with flourishing groves. Go, find the right time and tell him of my love.

1201. Kāma, the king of love with a fish banner is shooting his powerful arrows at me and I suffer thinking of my lord who doesn’t think of me. O bee with lines on your body, who drink honey and live, go and tell the cowherd, the king of Thiruvāli, how I suffer from love for him.

1202. O bee, go and tell him this: “You are the king of the rich Kudandai. You measured the earth with your feet and carried Govardhanā mountain with your arms to save the cows and cowherds. I think of you all day and suffer as my sword-like eyes are filled with tear and my soft breasts grow pale with a soft golden color. ” O bee, go and tell him to be my companion.

1203. O bee, my dear father whose mountain-like chest is adorned with a cool thulasi garland swarming with bees rode on his eagle and broke the tusks of the strong elephant Kuvalayabedam. Will he, the king of Thiruvāli where chariots run on the long streets, steal my bangles away?

1204. You, our good-natured lord who measured the earth and the sky, who are as strong as a mountain and rest on a snake bed on the sounding ocean with rolling waves are the king of Thiruvāli surrounded with flourishing groves where bees swarm. You have stolen my sleep. Are you thinking of stealing my gold bangles too?

1205. I bathe in the cool pond in Kudandai surrounded with flourishing groves where cuckoo birds sing, and I suffer thinking of you and cannot close my eyes to sleep. The young moon with a rabbit on it has made my bangles loose and now you steal the beautiful color of my body and make it pale. You are my beloved, O god of Vayalāli (Thiruvāli).

1206. You, the omnipresent lord in Thiruvāli, carry a victorious bow and stay in the Thirumeyyam hills. You, mighty one, destroyed the Asurans when they came as marudam trees. Even though you do not give me your grace to serve you, would you not embrace me one day? Until you come and love me, I cannot keep my bangles on my hands.

1207. Kaliyan, the fighter with a shining spear in his hands, composed ten Tamil pāsurams on Nedumal, who bears a shining, oil-smeared discus and stays in Vayalāli (Thiruvāli) where dark kohl-like kuvalai flowers bloom in the fields. If devotees learn and recite these ten pāsurams, they will not experience the results of their bad karmā.

1208. Her mother says, “Is he a thief? I don’t know who he is. A dark one like a bull came to my daughter, as innocent as a doe and with a waist thin as a vine, and he said, ‘Come. ’ He took her hand ornamented with silver bangles and went with her. She left me, her mother. I gave birth to her but she went with him. Will they go to the beautiful Thiruvāli flourishing with muddy fields?”

1209. Her mother says, “O, friend, he is a cowherd and he is naughty. When he entered our home and kissed my daughter on her mouth, as red as a thondai fruit, she was happy and walked behind him prattling like a parrot and her eyes shone like kendai fish. Will they go to beautiful Vayalāli (Thiruvāli) surrounded by the seashore swarming with bees?”

1210. Her mother says, “O my friend, he is strong and fearless. I was afraid when I heard that he had cut off the nose of Surpanaha, a woman of the Rākshasa clan. My daughter with round arms and feet as soft as cotton went with him and people are gossiping about her. Will they go to Vayalāli (Thiruvāli) surrounded with cool beautiful fields and blooming vines?”

1211. Her mother says, “Was he ever born, that young one who went as a messenger blowing his conch to Duryodhanā for the Pāndavā kings? Tell me where he comes from. Tell me, I don’t know. She went with Madhavan, her beloved companion. Will they go to famous Vayalāli (Thiruvāli) surrounded with ponds where bees swarm around the flowers in the groves?”

1212. Her mother says, “My daughter with round arms and feet soft as cotton doesn’t worry about me, her mother. She fell in love with Madhavan, the Mayan, and left me. She is as beautiful as a creeper and walks like a female swan, swinging her round bamboo-like arms. Will they go to Punalāli? (Thiruvāli)”

1213. Her mother says, “I gave birth to her and thought she would be my help, but she left me without thinking that I would be lonely. The god of Thiruvarangam who gave a boon to the gods saying that he would help them went to Lankā and destroyed the Rākshasas. Will she go to beautiful Thiruvāli with her sweet companion?

1214. Her mother says, “She didn’t worry that we are her father and mother. She wished only to embrace the ample arms of her beloved. Not even lightning or a vine can be compared to her waist. She followed him. Will they go to Punalāli (Thiruvāli) surrounded with punnai groves and swans?”

1215. Her mother says, “My daughter, soft as a flower garland ornamented with precious jewels, left her play house, green parrot, ball, swing and soft-speaking puvai bird and went away. Did I not give birth to her? She went behind him who has no beginning and is worshiped by all. Will they go to Vayalāli (Thiruvāli)?”

1216. Her mother says, “She is as lovely as Lakshmi on a fragrant lotus and her eyes are as beautiful as kāvi flowers. She has round bamboo-like arms and walks like a white-feathered swan. She went with Nedumāl. Will the village gossip about her? Will they go to Vayalāli (Thiruvāli) surrounded with rich fields and cool ponds? Is she doing all this because I am her poor mother and gave birth to her?”

1217. Kaliyan who carries a spear and fights angrily with his enemies composed ten Tamil pāsurams about how a beautiful vine-like girl went alone, taking Nedumal of Thiruvāli as her companion and leaving her mother to worry about her. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams, they will reach the spiritual world and be with the gods.

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.

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?”

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. ”

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. ”

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. ”

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.

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. ”

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.

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.

1736. He is the lord of beautiful Thirukkannapuram and Thirukkadigai surrounded with fragrant cool lotus flowers. When will the time come that I can rejoice seeing with my eyes the god of Thalaichangam who is the bright moon for the gods and the sun that spreads light?

1737. Kaliyan, the chief of Thirumangai, conqueror of his enemies with a strong spear, composed ten sweet musical Tamil poems on the cloud-colored lord of Thirukkannapuram. O devotees, sing these songs and dance and make the earth flourish.

1738. You are the beloved of the beautiful Lakshmi on a lovely lotus swarming with bees. I worshiped and worshiped you happily and became your devotee. What can you do for me? Tell me. You who created the four Vedās, O lord of Thirukkannapuram.

1739. You contain within yourself the wide oceans, the sky, the mountains and all the seven worlds. I will not even think there are other gods except you to keep in my heart, O lord, god of Thirukkannapuram.

1740. I will not make friends with those who think there are other gods. I am a slave only of your devotees. Whatever I say, it is only the eight sounds of your divine name that I have learned, O lord, dear god of Thirukkannapuram.

2067. “My daughter says, ‘You, mighty as a bull, happily grazed the cows. You are my sweet fruit and you stay in Thirukkannapuram surrounded with fragrant groves. You are the god of Thiruvenkatam in the north and you danced happily in the mandram. You stay in Thirunaraiyur surrounded with abundant groves. O king, you conquered the Asurans and destroyed their tribes, and you, with a dark color and thick curly hair, are my help. ’ The tears she sheds fall on her breasts and she is tired. ”