1479 kŏṅku uṇ kuzhalār * kūṭi iruntu cirittu * nīr
iṅku ĕṉ irumi * ĕmpāl vantatu? ĕṉṟu ikazhātamuṉ **
tiṅkal̤ ĕri kāl * cĕñ cuṭar āyavaṉ tecu uṭai *
naṅkal̤ naṟaiyūr * nām tŏzhutum ĕzhu nĕñcame-2
Simple Translation
1479. When you grow old, women with lovely hair
adorned with flowers dripping honey
will join together, laugh and say mockingly,
“How could you come to us coughing liked this?”
Before that happens, O heart, rise,
we will go to shining Naraiyur and worship him
who is the moon, fire, wind and the bright sun.