O Śrīraṅganātha, who reposes gracefully in Śrīraṅgam, encircled by the sacred waters of the Kāverī River! The fragrant lotus flowers have blossomed at the sight of the sun rising from the ocean, which by its nature resounds with ceaseless tumult. Women, with waists slender as the udukkai, having dried their curly locks after their ablutions, adorned in their garments,