பௌதிகமாமுடற் பற்றற்று நானுமுன்பவிசுகண்டேறவரு ளருணாசலா
பௌதிகமா முடல் பற்று அற்று நானும் உன் பவிசு கண்டு ஏற அருள் அருணாசலா
In plain words
This body is made of earth and water and fire and air — the same stuff you are made of. That is not an insult to it. It is a reason not to think it is me. Let the holding-on stop. And then let me see what you are, and climb.
Word for word
Freed from attachment to this body made of the elements, grant that I too may see your splendour and climb. O Arunachala!