1572 āṅku vĕm narakattu azhuntumpotu *
añcel ĕṉṟu aṭiyeṉai aṅke vantu
tāṅku * tāmarai aṉṉa pŏṉ ār aṭi
ĕmpirāṉai * umparkku aṇi āy niṉṟa **
veṅkaṭattu ariyai pari kīṟiyai *
vĕṇṇĕy uṇṭu uraliṉiṭai āppuṇṭa
tīṅ karumpiṉai * teṉai naṉ pāliṉai
aṉṟi * ĕṉ maṉam cintai cĕyyāte-5
Simple Translation
1572. The lotus-eyed Lord of Naraiyur, precious like gold,
saying “Do not be afraid, ” will come and help me
when I, his slave, am plunged into cruel hell.
He, the jewel of the gods in the sky
and the lion of Thiruvenkatam,
killed the Asuran when he came as a horse.
When Yashodā tied him to a mortar when he stole butter,
he was sweet as sugarcane.
He is like honey and good milk
and my mind will not think of anyone except him