72 pālŏṭu nĕy tayir ŏṇ cāntŏṭu caṇpakamum * paṅkayam nalla karuppūramum nāṟi vara *
kola naṟumpaval̤ac cĕntuvar vāyiṉiṭaik * komal̤a vĕl̤l̤imul̤ai pol cila pal ilaka **
nīla niṟattu azhakār aimpaṭaiyiṉ naṭuve * niṉ kaṉivāy amutam iṟṟu muṟintu vizha *
elum maṟaippŏrul̤e āṭuka cĕṅkīrai * ezh ulakum uṭaiyāy āṭuka āṭukave (9)
Simple Translation
72. When you crawl, the fragrance of milk, ghee, curd, pure sandalwood, shenbagā flowers, lotuses and good camphor spreads everywhere. The tiny teeth in your lovely coral-red mouth shine like beautiful small silver stars. The nectar that is as sweet as a fruit drips slowly from your mouth and runs through the lovely aimbadaithāli on your blue chest. You are the perfect meaning of the four Vedās. Shake your head and crawl. You are the lord of all the seven worlds. Crawl, crawl.