ஆளெனப் புதிதின்வந் தடைந்திலம் அத்தநின்தாளின் ஏவல் தலையின் இயற்றிவழிவழி வந்த மரபினம் மொழிவதுன்ஐந்தெழுத் தவையெம் சிந்தையிற் கிடத்திநனவே போல நாடொறும் பழகிக்கனவிலும் நவிற்றும் காதலேம் வினைகெடக்கேட்பது நின்பெருங் கீர்த்தி மீட்பதுநின்னெறி அல்லாப் புன்னெறி படர்ந்தமதியில் நெஞ்சத்தை வரைந்து நிதியெனஅருத்திசெய் திடுவ துருத்திர சாதனம்காலையும் மாலையும் கால்பெயர்த் திடுவதுன்ஆலயம் வலம்வரு தற்கே சால்பினில்கைகொடு குயிற்றுவ தைய நின்னதுகோயில் பல்பணி குறித்தே ஓயாதுஉருகி நின்னினைந் தருவி சோரக்கண்ணிற் காண்பதெவ் வுலகினும்காண்பனவெல்லாம்நீயே யாகி நின்றதோர் நிலையே நாயேன்தலைகொடு சார்வதுன் சரண்வழி அல்லால்அலைகடல் பிறழினும் அடாதே அதனால்பொய்த்தவ வேடர் கைத்தகப் படுத்தற்குவஞ்சச் சொல்லின் வார்வலை போக்கிச்சமயப் படுகுழி சமைத்தாங் கமைவயின்மானுட மாக்களை வலியப் புகுத்தும்ஆனா விரதத் தகப்படுத் தாழ்த்துவளைவுணர் வெனக்கு வருமோ உளர்தருநுரையுந் திரையும் நொப்புறு கொட்பும்வரையில் சீகர வாரியும் குரைகடல்பெருத்தும் சிறுத்தும் பிறங்குவ தோன்றிஎண்ணில வாகி இருங்கடல் அடங்கும்தன்மை போலச் சராசரம் அனைத்தும்நின்னிடைத் தோன்றி நின்னிடை அடங்கும்நீஒன்றினும் தோன்றாய் ஒன்றினும் அடங்காய்வானோர்க் கரியாய் மறைகளுக் கெட்டாய்நான்மறை யாளர் நடுவுபுக் கடங்கிச்செம்பொன் தில்லை மூதூர்அம்பலத் தாடும் உம்பர்நா யகனே.
In plain words
Father, we have not come to you newly, as servants. We are of a line that has come down generation after generation, doing the service of your feet with our heads. What we speak is your five letters. We lay them in our minds and live with them every day as in waking, and we are lovers who recite them even in dreams. What we listen to, so that viṉai may perish, is your great glory. What we draw back and restrain is the witless heart that strayed into mean paths other than your path. What we cherish as treasure is the emblems of Rudra. Morning and evening, what we move our feet for is to circle your temple. What we fashion nobly with our hands, Lord, is meant for the many services of your temple. Unceasingly we melt, thinking of you, and the tears stream down. What we see with the eye, everything seen in any world, is the one state in which you stand as them. For this dog to go with his head to anything but the way of your feet is not fitting, even if the surging sea should overturn. Therefore, will the crooked understanding ever come to me, the understanding of the hunters in false ascetic guise? To catch people in their hands they cast the long net of deceitful words. They prepare the pit of the sects, force human beasts into it where it lies ready, trap them in endless vows and sink them. Foam and waves and swirling eddies and boundless masses of spray stir in the roaring sea, swelling and shrinking, shining and appearing; they become countless, and they subside again in the great sea. In just that way, all that moves and stands appears in you and subsides in you. You do not appear from anything; you do not subside into anything. You are hard for the heavenly ones to reach; you are beyond the reach of the Vedas. You have entered the midst of the people of the four Vedas and settled there, Lord of the heavens, who dance in the Hall of Tillai, the red-gold old town!
Line by line
As servants, newly come, we have not reached you; O Father, your the service of your feet with the head performing, we are of the lineage come down generation after generation. What we speak is your five letters; them in our minds laying, as in waking, daily practising, even in dream reciting, we are lovers. For vinai to perish, what we hear is your great glory; what we draw back is the one spread into mean paths, not your path, the witless heart, restraining it. As treasure what we cherish is the Rudra emblems. Morning and evening, what we move our feet for is your temple, to circle it, only. With nobility what with hands we fashion, O Lord, is your temple's many services, intending only. Unceasing melting, thinking of you, the stream of tears flowing, what with the eye we see: in whichever world, all that is seen, is the one state in which you stand as them. This dog's head going to anything other than the way of your feet even if the surging sea overturns, is not fitting. Therefore the false-ascetic hunters, to catch in their hands, the long net of deceitful words casting, the pit of sects preparing, there, where it lies ready, human beasts forcibly driving in, in endless vows trapping and sinking them, the crooked understanding, to me will it come? Stirring, the foam and the waves and the swirling eddies and the boundless masses of spray; the roaring sea swelling and shrinking, shining things appearing, becoming countless, subside in the great sea: like that nature, all that moves and stands appearing in you, subsides in you. You you do not appear from any one thing, you do not subside into any one thing; for the heavenly ones you are hard; to the Vedas you are not reached; into the midst of the people of the four Vedas entering, settling, of the red-gold old town Tillai in the Hall dancing, O Lord of the heavens!