1373. You, the ancient lord took the form of a turtle
and helped the gods and the Asurans
churn the milky ocean to get the nectar that you gave only to the gods
who, adorned with beautiful crowns, worshiped you.
You stay in Thiruvellarai
where bees that have lovers’ quarrels with their mates
fly to the hair of beautiful women
and the tops of the palaces touch the moon.
I am your slave. Give me your grace.
Word by Word (WBW) meaning
(The words may be rearranged to facilitate conversion from poetry to prose (Aṉvayam). Please read the meanings (in black) continuously to form the sentence and understand the simplified meaning based on the Divyārtha Dīpikai for the verse.)