Śrīman Nārāyaṇa, who is adorned with boundless fame, once churned the ocean abundant with conches. O gentle clouds that drift around Tiruvēṅkadamalai, the sacred abode where the Supreme Emperumān eternally resides! My humble submission lies at the divine reddish feet of that Emperumān, whose eyes gleam with a celestial crimson hue. This is my earnest prayer: