தனாதியல் யாதெனத் தான்றெரி கிற்பின்னனாதி யனந்தசத் துந்தீபறவகண்ட சிதானந்த முந்தீபற
தனாது இயல் யாது என தான் தெரிகிற்பின் அனாதி அனந்த சத்து உந்தீபற அகண்ட சிதானந்தம் உந்தீபற
In plain words
Ask it once, plainly, and not about anyone else: what am I, actually? And if that becomes clear — not learned, becomes clear — here is what is found. Nothing that started. Nothing that ends. Being, with no seam in it anywhere, and because there is no seam, no distance, and because there is no distance, joy. Not a joy that arrives. The kind that was never interrupted.
Word for word
If one comes to know for oneself what one's own nature is — beginningless, endless Being. Fly up, undī! Undivided Consciousness-Bliss. Fly up, undī!