I shall wear on my head the abundant slush from the red feet of the devotees who make slush in the holy courtyard of Raṅga’s temple with the tears of [their] eyes that stream like the mighty river of bounteous Poṉṉi, having sung, repeating [His] killing the bulls, [His] splitting off the earth as a boar [His] previously killing the enemies as Rāma, and [His]