Poem 37

ஆனேறே போந்தால் அழிவுண்டே அன்புடையநானேதான் வாழ்ந்திடினும் நன்றன்றே வானோங்குவாமாண் பொழிற்றில்லை மன்றைப் பொலிவித்தகோமானை இத்தெருவே கொண்டு.

In plain words

O bull! If you came bringing along this very street the King who made the Hall of Tillai shine among its lovely sky-high groves, would there be any ruin for you? And if I, who love him, should live on, would that not be good?

Line by line

O bull, if you come, is there ruin? Loving, I myself, if I live on, is that not good? Sky-high, with lovely, excellent groves, Tillai's Hall he made to shine, the King, along this very street bringing.