1448. O lord, you are my ruler! I came and worshiped you who measured the world at Mahābali’s sacrifice as devotees and the gods carrying fragrant bunches of flowers swarming with honey-drinking bees and worshiped you so that their karmā will be removed. If you give me your grace so I may see you, I will not want this family life, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

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.

1450. You with your dark curly hair are the brother of the fire-colored BalaRāman who bent his bow that was strong as a mountain, fought with his enemies and destroyed their lands with his fiery arrows. You are my ruler. If you give me your grace so I may see you, I will not want this family life, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1451. O lord, you, my ruler, swallowed the bright moon, the sun, the world and all creatures at the end of the eon. You rested on a banyan leaf on the wavy ocean when you were a beautiful baby. If you give me your grace so I may see you, I will not want this family life, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1452. O lord, you are my ruler. You swallowed all the seven worlds, seven oceans, seven mountains and the whole wonderful earth and kept them in your strong, handsome stomach. You have the form of one letter, “Shri. ” If you give me your grace so I may see you, I will not want this family life, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1453. O lord, you, my ruler, are the dark oceans, the mountains, the beautiful worlds and the four excellent Vedās, which you taught to the sages, giving divine knowledge to all. If you give me your grace so I may see you, I will not want this family life, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1454. O my lord and ruler, in the evening when the Vediyars make sacrifices pouring fragrant ghee in fire and the gods come there in a group, joining them and they all recite the Rig Vedā, you are the sweet music in their recitation. If you give me your grace so I may see you, I will not want this family life, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1455. O lord, you, my ruler, are virtuous and you are adorned with a long crown decorated with opening blossoms. I am frightened to be in love with young women because it only makes me suffer and I approach your feet. If you give me your grace so I may see you, I will not want this family life, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1456. O my lord and ruler, I do not want to be born or die in this world again and again, and so I come to your ankleted feet. You are the four Vedās recited by sages and you are the three gods in the sky. If you give me your grace so I may see you, I will not want this family life, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1457. The famous Kaliyan composed Tamil pāsurams on Thiruvinnagar surrounded by blooming groves. If devotees learn and recite these musical pāsurams they will reach the feet of the lord Vāmanan.

1458. Before I wanted wealth and the pleasures that the five senses gave. Even though I was hurt again and again, I did not stop enjoying those pleasures. I was friendly with people I liked and I hated those I did not like. Now, I have come to understand that those pleasures were evil and I have removed them from my mind. O lord of Thiruvinnagar, now I hate the deeds I did and I come to you, my refuge.

1459. You, the highest, embrace Lakshmi on your chest. I forgot you in all my births and until now never thought of you in my heart. I was born to be in the depths of sorrow again and again and I am weak, but I have become your good devotee. O god of Thiruvinnagar, I come to your feet—you are my refuge.

1460. You are the sky, the earth, and honey. You came to me, entered my heart and remained there. I stayed in the womb of doe-eyed women and I stayed in this body made of flesh and I realized that births and this body will not give me the spiritual world. O god of Thiruvinnagar, I come to you—you are my refuge.

1461. I left my wife and children realizing that they cannot help me attain Mokshā. Through your grace I threw away pleasures to rid myself of the troubles that my five senses gave that shine like swords. I come to you and worship your feet. O god of Thiruvinnagar, I am your slave. You are my refuge.

1462. We hear how many kings who ruled the world and were praised with “Pallāndu” by women with beautiful hair swarming with honey-drinking bees have all passed from this earth. I do not want the impermanent life of this world and I come to you and worship your feet. O god of Thiruvinnagar, I am your slave. You are my refuge.

1463. I do not want to do the things that my five unknowing senses want. You, a fighter, battled with the strong wrestlers and the Asurans and defeated them and you shot your arrows and destroyed Lankā surrounded by wide oceans and strong forts. I come to you and worship your feet, O god of Thiruvinnagar. I am your slave. You are my refuge.

1464. You are my father. Don’t be angry with me if I ask you for something different than what others want in this world. You created the five senses, but they will put me, your slave, in cruel hell. I don’t trust them and they will not help me reach your feet. I don’t know what to do. I come to you and worship your feet, O god of Thiruvinnagar. I am your slave. You are my refuge.

1465. My bad acts, like fires, stayed with me pretending they were good friends. They came hurrying to me and thought that they could put me in a cruel hell where no one wants to go. You are the divine lord of the everlasting gods who released the moon from its curse. I come to you and worship your feet, O god of Thiruvinnagar. I am your slave. You are my refuge.

1466. You, the king who embraces Lakshmi are worshiped by the gods in the sky. You went as a messenger to help the Pāndavās to the unfriendly Kauravās with their scepters and royal umbrellas and you spoke pure and true words to them. You the lamp that brightens my mind, taught the Vedās to the sages. I come to you and worship your feet, O god of Thiruvinnagar. I am your slave. You are my refuge.

1467. Kaliyan with a spear smeared with flesh, the chief of Thirumangai surrounded with flourishing fields and walls that touch the sky, composed a garland of ten Tamil poems praising the god of Thiruvinnagar, surrounded with groves blooming with flowers that drip with honey. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams well, they will become kings on this earth and go to the world of the victorious gods.

1468. I will not lose the divine pleasures that I receive from you. I will not forget your beautiful form ever. I do not want to be born in this world again and because of your grace, I will not be born again, O god of Thiruvinnagar, all I have is because of your grace.

1469. I do not love or hate anyone. I left my family and all other relatives and friends and became a good person. I, your slave, worship your feet, O Thirumāl. You the god of Thiruvinnagar are dharma itself. I received you in my heart and I will not let you leave it.

1470. I am afraid and tremble when I see beautiful women with soft glances like does, lovely faces like the moon and sharp eyes like arrows that can hurt anyone. I was frightened, ran and came to you, O lord, handsome god of Thirukkurungudi. You are the honey of Thirunaraiyur and you stay in Thiruvinnagar surrounded with abundant water.

1471. I was plunged into a flood of joy, as I embraced the beautiful arms of women with soft breasts smeared with sandal paste. But now I fell into the sorrow of hell for the rest of my life. You are virtuous and compassionate and since I approached you all my bad karmā is gone, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1472. You are the highest and victorious lord and I do not think of any god but you. I will not be born again because I have the fortune of keeping you in my mind who destroyed Rāvana the king of Lankā surrounded by the ocean that never dries, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1473. You are the ocean, dark as kohl, the earth, the beautiful mountains, the bright sun and the moon. I know that you are in my heart and you will save me. Truly I will not think of any other gods from now on, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1474. People can say whatever they like, but I, your slave, will tell what I know— please keep this in your mind. I will not think of any other gods but you and I will not praise them, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1475. There are many who fall like trees in terrible burning deserts knocked over by wild elephants. I don’t want to think of myself as one of them and plunge into sorrow. When can I think only of you? When will I reach the world in the sky, O god of Thiruvinnagar?

1476. O lord with Lakshmi on your chest, I am your slave and have done service for you. O Nambi, give me your grace so my bad karmā does not afflict me. Tell me, my lord. You. a wrestler, danced on a pot and killed the Asuran Madhu. Your fame will never disappear from this world, O god of Thiruvinnagar.

1477. Kaliyan, the poet, as generous as a rain-giving cloud, composed a garland of ten Tamil pāsurams on the god of Thiruvinnagar surrounded by flourishing groves and ponds blooming with lotuses. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams no troubles will come to them in their lives.

1855. He, life for all his devotees, shines like the white moon. I will go and worship the god of Thirumālirunjolai, the seed of all creatures who is adorned with precious jewels, a pearl, a diamond and a ruby. He stays in Thiruvinnagar and I will go there and see him.

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.

2342. Just as Thiruvenkatam, the milky ocean and Vaikuntam are ancient temples where the lord stays, now Thirukkadigai surrounded with flourishing groves and Thirumālirunjolai swarming with bees is the divine heavenly place of the young lord of Thiruvinnagar.

2343. The lord who took three feet of land from Mahābali and measured the world after receiving a promise from him with water poured on his hands stays in Thiruvinnagaram, in Thiruvekka surrounded by ocean with rolling waves, in Thiruvenkatam, in Mannakaram, in Thiruvelukkai filled with beautiful palaces, in Thirukkudandai in the south, in sweet Thiruvarangam surrounded with groves dripping with honey and in southern Thirukkottiyur.

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

2772. “He, the beloved of the goddess with a lighting-like waist, fights in the war like a bull. He stays on the golden mountain of Thiruvinnagar and he is the god of the flourishing Kudandai where the Ponni river brings jewel and leaves them on its banks. Majestic as a red coral hill, he is the god of Thirukkkurungudi in the Pandiyan country. He is the generous god of Thiruthancherai. (62)

In Tiruviṇṇakar, filled with riches, I have witnessed my Liege-Lord, who encompasses within His vast universe pelf and penury, hell and Svarga, love and hatred, poison and nectar, and many such opposites.

Tiruviṇṇakar, the beautiful city surrounded by clear waters, is where my Lord resides, whose vast possessions none can comprehend. He is simultaneously pleasure and pain, clarity and confusion, fury and favor, blistering heat and cool shade.

For everyone, salvation lies solely in the radiant grace of the Lord in Tiruviṇṇakar, with its towering mansions, who is simultaneously hall and hamlet, intelligence and ignorance, the sky and Earth, profound darkness and unparalleled brilliance.

Understand, all is the sweet and spontaneous grace of Kaṇṇaṉ, enshrined in Tiruviṇṇakar with its sturdy mansions. He combines within Himself merit and demerit, unity and division, remembrance and forgetfulness, truth and falsehood, yet remains detached from them all. Should this solid truth be questioned at all?

The triple worlds where the exalted Devas (like Brahmā and others) reside are merely orchards raised by the benevolent Lord in Tiruviṇṇakar, with its sturdy and beautiful ramparts. He governs truth and falsehood, the cunning and the righteous, the young and the old, the ancient and the new, the dark and the light.

The radiant Supreme Lord, who resides in this sinner's mind, combines within Him the eternal SriVaikuntam and the fleeting material worlds, along with likes and dislikes, the Goddess of affluence and her contrasting counterpart, fame and infamy. He resides in Tiruviṇṇakar, the favored resort of the Nithyasuris.

The safe and sound refuge for each and every one lies solely in the glorious feet of the enigmatic Lord, who is both the worldly and the transcendent, concealed and revealed, residing in Tiruviṇṇakar where even the Devas come and bow their heads.

In Tiruviṇṇakar, the Refuge of the southerly direction, resides Kaṇṇaṉ, my Liege-Lord, my sole Refuge, the safe haven of the Devas, the fierce opponent of the Asuras. He caresses under His feet and shelters the devout while leaving others in scorching heat.

The unmatched Lord, who is to me Father, Mate, and Mother all in one, like gold, ruby, and pearl combined, resides in Tiruviṇṇakar with its golden ramparts encircling. He has grounded me under the cool shade of His feet.

I swear, we have no savior but the feet of the Lord, who dwells in Tiruviṇṇakar where the bees hum joyfully. He is both short and tall, shade and heat, stationary and mobile, and all else is simply attached to Him, in no other way.

Those who are familiar with these ten songs out of the thousand composed by Caṭakōpaṉ of Kurukūr, under the Lord's command, directing the worldlings straight to the Lord's towering feet, will become worthy of unreserved admiration by the Nithyasuris.