429 cĕñcŏl maṟaippŏrul̤ āki niṉṟa * tevarkal̤ nāyakaṉe ĕmmāṉe *
ĕñcalil ĕṉṉuṭai iṉ amute * ezh ulakum uṭaiyāy ĕṉ appā **
vañca uruviṉ namaṉtamarkal̤ * valintu nalintu ĕṉṉaip paṟṟumpotu *
añcalam ĕṉṟu ĕṉṉaik kākkaveṇṭum * araṅkattu aravaṇaip pal̤l̤iyāṉe (7)
Simple Translation
429. O my father, you are the god of gods,
the meaning of the Vedās and their pure words,
you are my sweet faultless nectar, and the lord of all the seven worlds.
When the Kingarars, the messengers of Yama, come
with their cunning forms, make me suffer and take me,
you must come to protect me and say, “Do not be afraid!”
O lord. you rest on the snake bed on the ocean in Srirangam.