O clouds that ascend with grandeur, engulfing the heavens and releasing rain in copious congregations, causing the nectar-filled flowers of Thiruvēṅkadamalai to scatter! The Emperumān, with His fierce nails still bearing the remnants of flesh, rent asunder the body of the demon Hiraṇyakaśipu. If that same Emperumān would kindly return the bangles He took from me, kindly inform Him of my plight.