வரையொன்று நிறுவி அரவொன்று பிணித்துக்கடல்தட ஆக மிடலொடும் வாங்கித்திண்டோள் ஆண்ட தண்டா அமரர்க்கமிர்துணா அளித்த முதுபெருங் கடவுள்கடையுகஞ் சென்ற காலத்து நெடுநிலம்ஆழிப் பரப்பில் ஆழ்வது பொறாஅதஞ்சேல் என்று செஞ்சே லாகித்தன்தெய்வ உதரத்துச் சிறுசெலுப் புரையில்பௌவம் ஏழே பட்டது பௌவத்தோடுலகு குழைத் தொரு நாள் உண்டதும்உலக மூன்றும் அளந்துழி ஆங்கவன்ஈரடி நிரம்பிற்றும் இலவே தேரில்உரைப்போர்க் கல்ல தவன்குறை வின்றேஇனைய னாகிய தனிமுதல் வானவன்கேழல் திருவுரு ஆகி ஆழத்தடுக்கிய ஏழும் எடுத்தனன் எடுத்தெடுத்துஊழி ஊழி கீழுறக் கிளைத்தும்காண்பதற் கரியநின் கழலும் வேண்டுபுநிகில லோகமும் நெடுமறைத் தொகுதியும்அகில சராசரம் அனைத்தும் உதவியபொன்னிறக் கடவுள் அன்ன மாகிக்கண்டி லாதநின் கதிர்நெடு முடியும்ஈங்கிவை கொண்டு நீங்காது விரும்பிச்சிறிய பொதுவின் மறுவின்றி விளங்கிஏவருங் காண ஆடுதி அதுவெனக்கதிசயம் விளைக்கும் அன்றே அதிசயம்விளையாதும் ஒழிந்த தெந்தை வளையாதுகல்லினும் வலிதது நல்லிதிற் செல்லாதுதான்சிறி தாயினும் உள்ளிடை நிரம்பவான்பொய் அச்சம் மாயா ஆசைமிடைந்தன கிடப்ப இடம்பெறல் அருமையில்ஐவர் கள்வர் வல்லிதிற் புகுந்துமண்மகன் திகிரியில் எண்மடங்கு சுழற்றஆடுபு கிடந்த பீடில் நெஞ்சத்துநுழைந்தனை புகுந்து தழைந்தநின் சடையும்செய்ய வாயும் மையமர் கண்டமும்நெற்றியில் திகழ்ந்த ஒற்றை நாட்டமும்எடுத்த பாதமும் தடுத்தசெங்கையும்புள்ளி ஆடையும் ஒள்ளிதின் விளங்கநாடகம் ஆடுதி நம்ப கூடும்வேதம் நான்கும் விழுப்பெரு முனிவரும்ஆதி நின்திறம் ஆதலின் மொழிவதுபெரியதிற் பெரியை என்றும் அன்றேசிறியதிற் சிறியை என்றும் அன்றேநிறைபொருள் மறைகள் நான்கும்நின் அறைகழல்இரண்டொடும் அறிவினில் ஆர்த்து வைத்தமறையவர் தில்லை மன்றுகிழ வோனே
In plain words
Ancient great God, who planted a mountain and bound a serpent to it, who with strength churned the broad body of the sea, putting sturdy shoulders to the work, and gave nectar as food to the unflagging immortals! When the last age had gone and the long earth was sinking into the expanse of the ocean, he could not bear it. Saying, “Do not fear,” he became a red carp, and in a small scale-hollow of his divine belly the seven seas just fitted. One day he mashed the world together with the seas and ate it. When he measured the three worlds, they did not even fill his two strides. Examine it, and none but those who know and tell it find any lack in him. Being such, that unique first heavenly one took the sacred form of a boar and lifted the seven worlds stacked deep below. He dug and dug, age upon age, to the very bottom, and still your feet were hard to see. The golden god, who of his own wish gave forth all the worlds, the whole body of the long Vedas and all that moves and stands, became a swan, and still he did not see your radiant tall crown. These feet and this crown you take here, and never leaving, you delight to shine without blemish in the small Hall and dance for all to see. That should produce wonder in me, should it not? Yet the wonder has ceased even to arise, my father. For there is my heart. It does not bend. It is harder than stone. It does not go the good way. Small as it is, it is filled within, crowded with great lies, fear and unending desire, so that room is hard to find. The five thieves forced their way in and spun it eightfold, as on a potter's wheel. Into that worthless heart that lay whirling, you slipped. Having entered, you dance your drama there, Beloved, with your luxuriant matted hair, your red mouth, your throat where darkness settles, the single eye shining on your forehead, your raised foot, your warding red hand and your spotted garment shining brightly. The four Vedas assembled and the eminent great sages, since it is your nature they speak of, First One, say that you are greater than the great, do they not? And that you are smaller than the small, do they not? Lord of the Hall at Tillai of the Vedic people, who have bound and kept in their understanding the four Vedas of full meaning together with your two sounding anklets!
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Planting a mountain, binding a serpent, the sea's broad body with strength churning, with sturdy shoulders put to work, to the unflagging immortals nectar as food who gave, O ancient great God; when the last age had gone, the long earth sinking in the ocean's expanse, not bearing it, saying Do not fear, becoming a red carp, in his divine belly, in a small scale-hollow, the seven seas just fitted; with the seas the world, mashing, one day he ate too; when he measured the three worlds, there, his two strides they did not even fill. If one examines, except for those who tell it, there is no lack in him. Being such, the unique first heavenly one becoming the sacred form of a boar, deep the seven stacked, he lifted; digging and digging, age upon age, to the very bottom, even having dug, your feet hard to see, and; of his wish all the worlds and the body of the long Vedas and all that moves and stands, entire, who gave forth, the golden-coloured god, becoming a swan, did not see: your radiant tall crown too; here, taking these, never leaving, desiring, in the small Hall shining without blemish, for all to see you dance; that, to me, would produce wonder, would it not? Wonder has ceased even to arise, my father. Not bending, harder than stone it is; in the good way it does not go; though small itself, its inside filled, great lies, fear, unending desire crowding, lying there, so that room is hard to find, the five thieves forcefully entering, as on the potter's wheel, spinning it eightfold, into the worthless heart that lay whirling you slipped; having entered, your luxuriant matted hair and red mouth and throat where darkness settles and the single eye shining on the forehead and the raised foot and the warding red hand and the spotted garment shining brightly, you dance the drama, O Beloved! The assembled four Vedas and the eminent great sages, O First One, since it is your nature, what they say: greater than the great you are, so too, is it not? smaller than the small you are, so too, is it not? the four Vedas of full meaning, with your sounding anklets two, together, in their understanding bound and kept, O Lord of the Hall of Tillai of the Vedic people!