உலவு சலதி வாழ்விடம் அமரர் தொழவு ணாவெனநுகரும் ஒருவர் ஊழியின் இறுதி யொருவர் ஆழியபுலவு கமழ்க ரோடிகை உடைய புனிதர் பூசுரர்புலிசை யலர்செய் போதணி பொழிலின் நிழலின் வாழ்வதோர்கலவ மயில னார்சுருள் கரிய குழலி னார்குயில்கருதுமொழியி னார்கடை நெடிய விழியி னாரிதழ்இலவில் அழகி யாரிடை கொடியின் வடிவி னார்வடிவெழுதும் அருமை யாரென திதய முழுதும் ஆள்வரே.
In plain words
The One who, while the immortals worship, takes as his food the poison living in the restless ocean; the One who remains at the end of the aeon; the Pure One who holds a deep skull-bowl that smells of flesh: in his Pulicai of the brahmins, in the shade of the groves adorned with blossoming flowers, there lives one like a peacock in full plumage. Her tresses curl, black. Her words one would take for the cuckoo's. Her eyes are long at the corners. Her lips are lovelier than the silk-cotton flower. Her waist has the form of a creeper. Her form is hard to paint. She rules the whole of my heart.
Line by line
The poison living in the restless ocean, as the immortals worship, as food the One who consumes; the One at the end of the aeon; deep flesh-smelling, holding a skull-bowl, the Pure One; the brahmins' Pulicai, of the groves adorned with blossoming flowers, in the shade dwelling, a peacock-plumaged one; she with curling black tresses; cuckoo taken for, her words; she of eyes long at the corners; lips more beautiful than the silk-cotton flower; she of waist the form of a creeper; form hard to paint, she; my heart entire she rules, indeed.