O You who flourished in the gem [of a] womb of Kauśālyā of enduring glory!
O You who made the heads of the king of Lankā in the South to be strewn!
O Apple of my eye from Kaṇapuram made of red gold,
surrounded on [all] sides by good, big, imperishable ramparts!
O My sweet Nectar! O Rāghava! Tālēlō!
⬥maṉṉu pukaḻ+ kaucalai taṉ maṇi vayiṟu vāyttavaṉē – ‘O You