Verse 11: 2062. Her mother says,
“My daughter wears silk garments.
She feels tired and sad
and doesn’t want to play with her doll.
Her eyes are filled with tears and she can’t sleep.
She doesn’t want to sit on my lap at all.
She asks, ‘Where is my lord’s Srirangam?’
I asked the fortune teller about her
‘O fortune teller,
my daughter whose fragrant hair swarms with bees
that have drunk honey from flowers is as soft as a doe.
Who makes her worry like this? Tell me the truth. ’
She said, ‘It is the ocean-colored god. ’
He is our protector
and if he has done this who can save us?”
Verse 12: 2063. “My daughter’s heart melts with love for him
and her eyes are filled with tears.
She stands searching until she is tired.
She sighs and doesn’t want to eat or sleep.
She says, ‘O Nambi, who rest on the snake bed,
you are lord of Thiruvayalāli (Thiruvāli)
surrounded with beautiful creepers blooming with flowers.
O friend! Shall we go there dance and sing
where the Garudā flag flies?
Can we go and play in the water in beautiful Srirangam?’
I gave birth to this girl but she doesn’t listen to me.
A pity! The world is blaming me for what she does. ”
Verse 13: 2064. “My daughter says,
‘You carried Govardhanā mountain
and protected the cows and the cowherds from the storm
and you stay in Thiruvuragam in beautiful Kachi.
You, the king resting on Adisesha in Thiruvekka
broke the bow and married Sita and embraced her soft arms,
and you fought with the wrestlers and killed them.
You are young and strong and you killed the Asuran Kesi
when he came as a horse. ’
She teaches her parrot to say his names,
shedding tears and they drip on her breasts
and she is tired. ”
Verse 14: 2065. “My daughter says,
‘He is a sprouting shoot with the dark color of a cloud
and he stays in Thirukkurungudi.
He is the first one, without any end,
who came as a dwarf, grew tall
and crossed over all the three worlds at Mahābali’s sacrifice.
Faultless, limitless nectar, he stays in Srirangam.
and in the minds of the Vediyars.
Like the brightness of a lamp and precious like an emerald,
he stays in Thiruthangā and Thiruvekkā. ’
When my daughter sings the praise of Thirumāl
her parrot listens and sings with her.
She is happy that she taught her beautiful parrot the praise of the lord
and she says ‘I taught you the praise of the lord and I am happy to hear that from you. ’
Verse 15: 2066. “My daughter says,
‘He, mighty as an elephant,
stays in Thirukkachi surrounded by strong stone walls.
He is a sweet fruit and he rests on Adisesha on the milky ocean.
Our father happily stays in beautiful Thiruvazhundur
surrounded with fields, ponds and blooming alli flowers. ’
My innocent daughter carries a veena
that touches her breasts, smiles beautifully
and plucks it with her fingers, making them red
as she sings like a prattling parrot. ”
Verse 16: 2067. “My daughter says,
‘You, mighty as a bull, happily grazed the cows.
You are my sweet fruit and you stay in Thirukkannapuram
surrounded with fragrant groves.
You are the god of Thiruvenkatam in the north
and you danced happily in the mandram.
You stay in Thirunaraiyur surrounded with abundant groves.
O king, you conquered the Asurans and destroyed their tribes,
and you, with a dark color and thick curly hair, are my help. ’
The tears she sheds fall on her breasts and she is tired. ”
Verse 17: 2068. “My daughter’s round soft breasts
have changed their color to gold and are pale.
Her fish eyes are filled with tears.
She melts when she hears the voice of the lovely red-legged dove
calling softly for its mate.
Praising Thiruthangā, flourishing Thirukkudandai
and Thirukkovalur where he stays, she sings and dances.
When I asked my daughter,
‘Dear girl, do you think what you’re doing is good for our family?’
she only praises Thirunaraiyur and sings. ”
Verse 18: 2069. “My daughter says,
‘Colored like a dark cloud,
he has hands and feet that are like beautiful lotuses.
He loves the beautiful earth goddess
and he is crazy about doll-like Lakshmi. ’
What have I done?
My lovely innocent daughter doesn’t listen to me,
but asks me, ‘Where is Srirangam of my divine lord?
I will go to Thiruneermalai where the ocean-colored lord stays. ’
Is this the way women talk who have lost their chastity?”
Verse 19: 2070. “My daughter’s breasts have not grown out yet.
Even though she knows that beautiful Lakshmi stays on his chest
she lost her chastity for him.
She sighs and says to her friend,
‘O friend, shall we go to Srirangam and play in the water?’
I gave birth to her but she doesn’t listen to me.
She just sings and praises the names
of the god of Thirupper (Koiladi) and Thirukkudandai
and goes to bathe in the ponds
where golden lotuses bloom.
There is no one precious like her for me.
Does your daughter, precious as gold,
do the same things as mine?”
Verse 20: 2071. Her mother says,
“He, the generous lord, burned the southern Lankā
and destroyed the wealth of the Rakshasā Rāvana
who carried a shining sword and drove his chariot heroically.
He cut off the thousand arms of Vānāsuran,
and as a dwarf, he measured the world with one foot
and crossed the earth with the other.
He, ruler of the world, swallowed the earth, spat it out
and kept it again in his stomach and protects it.
My daughter praises his divine names always
and we can only say that she must have done marvellous tapas
to praise his names always on this earth.