Oh resplendent karuvil̤ai flowers, with your creeper adorned in dark blue blossoms! Oh sacred kāyāmbū flowers, bearing the hue of dark purple! In your vivid colors, you evoke the divine form of Thirumāl. Pray, reveal unto me a path for liberation. Is it fitting for Thirumālirunjolai Azhagar, whose robust shoulders serve as the playground for Pirātti, and who is perfect in all His attributes, to enter my abode unbidden and forcibly take away my bangles?