நுண்ணுரு வுனையான் விண்ணுரு நண்ணிடவெண்ணலை யிறுமென் றருணாசலா
நுண் உரு உனை யான் விண் உரு நண்ணிட எண்ணலை இறும் என்ற அருணாசலா
In plain words
You are the finest thing there is and the widest. Both. No shape either way. And you told me what stands between: the thinking. Not bad thoughts. Thinking. That has to stop before I can get near.
Word for word
So that I may reach you, subtle in form and vast as the sky, the thinking must end — so you said. O Arunachala!