1778. She says, “ The sorrowful calling of the andril bird that stays on the long branch of the palm tree in the grove is more cruel than the pain of a spear making a wound. I fold my hands and worship the lord of Thiruppullāni where the fragrance of the flowers spreads everywhere. O my friend beautiful as a statue! Do you think this worship will become a habit for us?”

1779. She says, “As a dwarf, he, the king, measured the whole world, and as a swan he taught the Vedās to the sages. I fell in love with him and my body became pale. O birds, you live in the golden-colored salt pans on the banks of the ocean. Go and tell the lord of Thiruppullāni of my love for him. ”

1780. She says, “My lonely heart went everywhere searching for him who is adorned with a thulasi garland. Has it lost its way? I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni where the waves of the sea crash on the shore. Go and tell him how I suffer with my love for him. Why does he stand silently like a divine statue. ”

1781. She says, “He came as a man-lion and split open the chest of the strong Hiranyan with his claws. Will he give his grace to us? I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni where the dashing waves roll. My flower-like eyes are filled with tears and my garment has grown loose and doesn’t stay around my waist. ”

1782. She says, “ My heart has gone to the strong archer Rāma who shot his arrows in battle in Lankā and killed the Rākshasas. Even if everyone scolds me and gossips about me, I will stay here believing the lies that my dear lord of Thiruppullāni told me until my heart returns. ”

1783. She says, “The hot shining sun goes on his chariot, wanders all day and sets in the evening. My heart burns cruelly, paining me all day in the heat. I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni surrounded with blooming groves and flourishing ponds. I have lost my beautiful color and my conch bangles. ”

1784. She says, “The sound of thunder and the ringing of the cowbells never cease, burning me even more than fire. I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni filled with beautiful jewel-studded palaces. I have done bad karmā. The wind from the ocean blows hot on me. ”

1785. She says, “He broke the tusks of the hollow-trunked elephant and rests on Adisesha on a snake bed and gives his grace to us. I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni where the cherundi trees shower golden flowers. The crescent moon with its mark sheds hot fire on me. ”

1786. She says, “He, the ancient god who is the Vedās, the sky, the sun and the moon gives his grace to us. I fold my hands and worship him in Thiruppullāni surrounded with punnai trees blooming with opening buds. I and the waves of the ocean do not sleep. ”

1787. Kaliyan, the poet with strong mountain-like arms, composed pāsurams describing how a girl with a waist like lightning loves our father, the lord of Thiruppullāni surrounded with punnai trees blooming with golden flowers. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams well they will rule this earth as kings and also rule the sky.