147 mĕy ĕṉṟu cŏlluvār cŏllaik karutit * tŏṭuppuṇṭāy vĕṇṇĕyai ĕṉṟu *
kaiyaip piṭittuk karai uraloṭu ĕṉṉaik * kāṇave kaṭṭiṟṟilaiye? **
cĕytaṉa cŏllic cirittu aṅku irukkil * cirītarā uṉkātu tūrum *
kaiyil tiriyai iṭukiṭāy inniṉṟa * kārikaiyār ciriyāme (9)
Simple Translation
147. O Sridhara, you complain saying, “Mother, you believed what others said and punished me. Isn’t it true you thought I had stolen the butter? And didn’t you pull me and tie me to the mortar? Everyone saw me tied to the mortar and made fun of me. ” O, dear child, If you keep narrating what happened, laughing and staying away, the holes in your ears will close. Come, I will put the thread in your ears before the beautiful women standing here laugh at you.