275. O beautiful girls of this wide world, hear a wonderful thing! When Thirumāl with a white valampuri conch in his hand plays the flute with his divine lips, the cowherd girls with young breasts are excited by the melody, shiver and run away from their houses where they are guarded. Untying the ropes that bind them and putting them on their necks as if they are garlands. shyly they come and surround him.

276. When Govindan takes his flute in his hands, bends his eyebrows, blows the air from his stomach and plays, young doe-eyed girls as beautiful as peacocks listen. Their hair decorated with flowers becomes undone, their dresses become loose and holding their slipping garments they stand looking at him through the corners of their eyes.

277. When the prince of the sky, the lord of Vaikuntam, the little one of Vāsudevā, the king of Madhura, Govindan, the princely son of Nandagopan the little child of the cowherds plays his flute, young Apsarases come down from the sky and approach him, their hearts melting and their flower-like eyes shedding tears. Their hair swarming with bees becomes loose, their foreheads sweat and they close their ears to everything else and hear only the music of his flute.

278. When the dark colored, little Kannan who fought, conquered and destroyed the evil Asuras Thenuhan, Pilamban and Kaliyan, plays his flute wandering about in the forests, Menaga, Thilothama, Ramba, Urvashi and other heavenly damsels, fascinated as they hear his music, are speechless and come down from the sky, forgetting to dance and sing.

279. Once Madhusudhana, feared by the kings of the three worlds, took the form of Narasimhā( man-lion) and destroyed Hiranyan. When He plays the flute, Narada with his Tumburu veena, and players of the kinnaram, the midunam and other string instruments hear his music, forget their skills and say, “We won’t touch our musical instruments because we can’t compete with the lovely music of Madhusudanan. ”

280. Our highest lord with red eyes and strong shoulders a lion among the gods, who was born to Devaki as a child plays his flute, listen to the plight of the Gandharvas wandering in the sky, Fascinated by the nectar-like music, they say, “He, the highest, is playing the flute, ” and feeling ashamed that they can’t play like him, they stand, join their hands and worship him.

281. Listen to the wonders that I have seen on this earth! When Kannan who has beautiful large eyes and strong arms plays his flute in the middle of a crowd of young cowherds, the music is heard in the world of the gods and all the sky dwellers forget to eat their sacrificial food and enter the cowherd village of Gokulam. Their ears are filled with the sweetness of the music and they follow happily wherever Govindan goes and do not leave him at all.

282. When Govindan plays the flute holding it in his small fingers, as his beautiful eyes close, his red cheeks puff out and his brow sweats with small drops of water, flocks of birds leave their nests, come and surround him like uprooted forests. Herds of cattle leave the forest where they graze, come near Govindan, and lie down spreading their legs apart. They bend their heads, listening to the music of the flute and move their ears as if they are dancing.

283. His dark color is like mass of clouds, his face is beautiful like a red lotus, and his dark curly hair falls on His face like the bees that swarm the lotus When he plays his flute, the herd of deer, fascinated with his music, forgets to graze and chew and the grass that they have eaten hangs from their mouths Not swaying from side to side, they stand motionless as if they were painted pictures.

284. When the matchless one, the chief of the cowherds adorned with dark-eyed peacock feathers and a silk garment tied tightly and beautifully on his handsome body, plays the flute, the enthralled trees stand without moving; flowers pour down honey-like drops as if to bow and worship him and straight branches bend to hear the music. They all turn towards wherever the beautiful Thirumāl is because that is their nature.

285. Vishnuchithan the chief of Puduvai composed pāsurams about how music flowed like a flood of nectar from the holes of the bamboo flute in the beautiful hands of curly-haired Govindan with a tuft on his head. If those skilled in Tamil, recite these pāsurams of Vishnuchithan they will be among the devotees of the god.