1882. My son with hair dark as kohl,
you walked between the marudu trees and destroyed the Asuras.
O clever one, you steal and swallow butter.
Do not be in a hurry.
The milk from my breasts doesn’t want to wait.
O good one who measured the world,
come and drink my milk, come and drink my milk.
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(The words may be rearranged to facilitate poetry to prose conversion (Aṉvayam). Please read the meanings (in black) continiously to form the sentence and understand the simple meaning of those verse.)