1768. She says, “O heart, you suffer with your love for him. How can I control it? Is it because of my bad karmā? In the cool shadows of the cherundi grove blooming with golden flowers he loved me and then left me taking my beauty with him. He is the god of Thiruppullāni where the punnai trees shed pearl-like flowers in the groves. O heart, let us go there and worship him. ”

1769. She says, “O heart! You melt with love. What is the use of staying here thinking of him? Once, one day, he loved me under the shadow of blooming thazhai plants where singing bees drink honey from the flowers, and left me there and since then my love for him has grown in my heart. He is the god of Thiruppullāni where the waves dash on the banks of the river and leave jewels. O heart, come let us go and worship him. ”

1770. She says, “I am innocent. What can I do to forget him? Come, get up and let us worship him. He followed me into the grove dripping with pollen and filled with ponds and promised me he wouldn’t leave me, but he did. He is the god of Thiruppullāni where the fragrance of flowers spreads all day. O heart, come, let us go there and worship him. ”

1771. She says, “O friend, you are beautiful among women! Carrying a Garudā flag he came to me, loved me and promised that he would not leave me but he didn’t keep his promise. The only witness there was the bee that drinks honey. He stays in Thiruppullāni where the rising waves of the ocean dash on the banks of the river and leave jewels behind. Come, let us go and worship him there. ”

1772. She says, “When I think of what happened to me my heart burns. Surely I have done bad karmā. He decorated my hair with bunches of flagrant nyāzhal flowers, and loved me, but then he left me and I suffer. He is the god of Thiruppullāni where the waves of the ocean leave conches and jewels on the shores. Come, let us go there and worship him. ”

1773. She says, “O heart, what is the use of worrying and staying here thinking of Māyan, our generous, sapphire-colored lord and his love? He is the god of Thiruppullāni surrounded with birds and fields with wet sand where kāvi flowers drip honey and thāzhai flowers with beautiful leaves bloom, opening their lovely petals. Come, let us go there and worship him. . ”

1774. She says, “O pitiful heart, what is the use of staying here thinking of his love, unable to sleep night and day? He stays In Thiruppullāni where the white waves come jumping like horses, bringing pearls and leaving them on the abundant white sand. O heart, let us go and worship him. ”

1775. She says, “He with a conch and a discus loved me and left me, leaving me to suffer. He cheated me and I shouldn’t love him. He is the god of Thiruppullāni, filled with salt pans and streams of water where happy bees sing in the cool flourishing groves and their music spreads on the banks of the ocean that smell with fish. Come, let us go and worship him there. ”

1776. She says, “O dear friend, let us fold our hands and praise his names, placing beautiful bright flowers on his feet and worshiping him. Whether he gives anything in return or not, loving and worshiping him is what we should do. Let us love him—that is enough. Come, let us go to Thiruppullāni and worship him. ”

1777. Kaliyan, the poet of faultless fame, composed a garland of pāsurams on beautiful Thiruppullāni surrounded with groves filled with lovely lotus flowers and flourishing with corals and shining pearls. If devotees learn and sing these pāsurams and circle the temple of the god, they will go to Vaikuntam.

1778. She says, “ The sorrowful calling of the andril bird that stays on the long branch of the palm tree in the grove is more cruel than the pain of a spear making a wound. I fold my hands and worship the lord of Thiruppullāni where the fragrance of the flowers spreads everywhere. O my friend beautiful as a statue! Do you think this worship will become a habit for us?”

1779. She says, “As a dwarf, he, the king, measured the whole world, and as a swan he taught the Vedās to the sages. I fell in love with him and my body became pale. O birds, you live in the golden-colored salt pans on the banks of the ocean. Go and tell the lord of Thiruppullāni of my love for him. ”

1780. She says, “My lonely heart went everywhere searching for him who is adorned with a thulasi garland. Has it lost its way? I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni where the waves of the sea crash on the shore. Go and tell him how I suffer with my love for him. Why does he stand silently like a divine statue. ”

1781. She says, “He came as a man-lion and split open the chest of the strong Hiranyan with his claws. Will he give his grace to us? I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni where the dashing waves roll. My flower-like eyes are filled with tears and my garment has grown loose and doesn’t stay around my waist. ”

1782. She says, “ My heart has gone to the strong archer Rāma who shot his arrows in battle in Lankā and killed the Rākshasas. Even if everyone scolds me and gossips about me, I will stay here believing the lies that my dear lord of Thiruppullāni told me until my heart returns. ”

1783. She says, “The hot shining sun goes on his chariot, wanders all day and sets in the evening. My heart burns cruelly, paining me all day in the heat. I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni surrounded with blooming groves and flourishing ponds. I have lost my beautiful color and my conch bangles. ”

1784. She says, “The sound of thunder and the ringing of the cowbells never cease, burning me even more than fire. I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni filled with beautiful jewel-studded palaces. I have done bad karmā. The wind from the ocean blows hot on me. ”

1785. She says, “He broke the tusks of the hollow-trunked elephant and rests on Adisesha on a snake bed and gives his grace to us. I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni where the cherundi trees shower golden flowers. The crescent moon with its mark sheds hot fire on me. ”

1786. She says, “He, the ancient god who is the Vedās, the sky, the sun and the moon gives his grace to us. I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni surrounded with punnai trees blooming with opening buds. I and the waves of the ocean do not sleep. ”

1787. Kaliyan, the poet with strong mountain-like arms, composed pāsurams describing how a girl with a waist like lightning loves our father, the lord of Thiruppullāni surrounded with punnai trees blooming with golden flowers. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams well they will rule this earth as kings and also rule the sky.

2783. He is the four everlasting Vedās. He is Tamizh Vedā flourishing in Thiruppullāni in the Pandiyan country and he is Sanskrit Vedā. He is the beloved of Lakshmi and shines like the moon, the god of Manimādakkoyil in Nāgai, and the god of Thalaichangam surrounded by the ocean. (72) I worship the god Kannan, the lord of Thirukkannapuram and of Manimādakkoyil in southern Thirunaraiyur. ”