717 vañcam meviya nĕñcu uṭaip peycci * varaṇṭu nār narampu ĕzhak karintu ukka *
nañcam ārtaru cuzhimulai anto * cuvaittu nī arul̤cĕytu val̤arntāy **
kañcaṉ nāl̤ kavar karumukil ĕntāy * kaṭaippaṭṭeṉ vaṟite mulai cumantu *
tañca mel ŏṉṟileṉ uyntirunteṉ * takkate nalla tāyaip pĕṟṟāye (10)
Simple Translation
717. “When you drank milk from the breasts of Putanā,
the evil-hearted one, her body became withered,
blood flowed out and her nerves were broken.
You survived even though you drank her poisonous milk
and gave your grace to all.
O my father who are like a dark cloud,
who took the life of Kamsan,
my breasts are a burden to me and I cannot use them.
I think I will see you one day
and that is the only thing I am living for.
You have a good mother, Yashodā. ”