Poem 17

செய்ய திருமேனிச் சிற்றம் பலவருக்கென்தையல் வளைகொடுத்தல் சாலுமே ஐயன்தேர்சேயே வருமளவில் சிந்தாத மாத்திரமேதாயே நமதுகையில் சங்கு.

In plain words

It is fitting indeed that my girl should give her bangles to the Lord of the Little Hall, whose sacred body is red. For, mother, the conch bangles on our hand stay unshed only so long as the Lord's chariot is still coming from afar.

Line by line

To the One of the Little Hall with the red sacred body, my girl's giving of her bangles, it is fitting indeed; the Lord's chariot while it comes from afar indeed, only so long are they not shed, O mother, the conches on our hand.