ஒழிந்த தெங்களுற வென்கொ லோஎரியில்ஒன்ன லார்கள்புரம் முன்னொர்நாள்விழுந்தெ ரிந்துதுக ளாக வென்றிசெய்தவில்லி தில்லைநகர் போலியார்சுழிந்த உந்தியில் அழுந்தி மேகலைதொடக்க நின்றவர் நடக்கநொந்தழிந்த சிந்தையினும் வந்த தாகிலுமொர்சிந்தை யாயொழிவ தல்லவே.
In plain words
Has our bond come to an end? What can this be? She is like Tillai, city of the bowman who once, on a day long past, won victory so that the cities of his foes fell into fire, burned and turned to dust. My mind sank at the whirlpool of her navel; she stood with her girdle binding it, and then she walked away, and it was pained and ruined. Even if that mind should come back, it will not remain as one mind.
Line by line
Has our bond ended? What can this be? Into fire the foes' cities, once on a day, falling, burning, so as to become dust, who won victory, the bowman: like his Tillai city she, sinking at the whirlpool navel, the girdle binding, she who stood; as she walked, pained, ruined, that mind, even if it came back, one mind remaining, it will not, indeed.