748 am pŏṉ nĕṭu maṇimāṭa ayotti ĕyti * aracu ĕyti akattiyaṉ vāyt tāṉ muṉ kŏṉṟāṉ *
taṉ pĕruntŏl katai keṭṭu mitilaic cĕlvi * ulaku uyyat tiru vayiṟu vāytta makkal̤ **
cĕm paval̤at tiral̤vāyt taṉ caritai keṭṭāṉ * tillai nakart tiruccitrakūṭan taṉṉul̤ *
ĕmpĕrumāṉ taṉ caritai cĕviyāl kaṇṇāl parukuvom * iṉṉamutam matiyomiṉṟe (8)
Simple Translation
748. Rāma who reached Ayodhya filled with gold
and beautiful diamond-studded palaces,
heard his own story
from the mouths, red as coral, of his two sons
born to Sita, the princess of Mithila, to save the world.
If we hear and drink in the story of Rāma
of Thiruchitrakudam in Thillai
we have no need of sweet nectar.