1910 tĕl̤l̤iya vāyc ciṟiyāṉ naṅkaikāl̤ *
uṟimelait taṭā niṟainta *
vĕl̤l̤i malai iruntāl ŏtta vĕṇṇĕyai *
vāri vizhuṅkiyiṭṭu **
kal̤vaṉ uṟaṅkukiṉṟāṉ vantu kāṇmiṉkal̤ *
kai ĕllām nĕy * vayiṟu
pil̤l̤ai param aṉṟu iv ezh ulakum kŏl̤l̤um *
petaiyeṉ ĕṉ cĕykeṉo?-3
Simple Translation
1910. A cowherd woman says,
“O lovely Yashodā,
he is a little boy and he smiles sweetly.
I keep a pot full of butter in the uri,
but he has grabbed and swallowed it all,
as much as a silver hill.
He is a thief. Come and see him as he sleeps.
All his hands are smeared with butter.
His stomach is big enough to hold all the seven worlds,
so it isn’t hard for him to keep all that butter in his stomach.
I am ignorant! What can I do? What can I do?”