தொழுவாள் இவள்வளை தோற்பாள் இவளிடர்க் கேஅலர்கொண்டெழுவாள் எழுகின்ற தென்செய வோஎன் மனத்திருந்தும்கழுவா மணியைக் கழுமல வாணனைக் கையிற்கொண்டமழுவா ளனைக் கண்டு வந்ததென் றாலொர் வசையில்லையே.
In plain words
She worships. She is losing her bangles. To be rid of her distress she rises, heedless of the gossip. What is this rising for? He is the gem that never needs washing, though he dwells in my mind, the dweller at Kazhumalam, the bearer of the axe held in his hand. If it is that she has come from seeing him, then there is no blame in it at all.
Line by line
She worships; this girl loses her bangles; this girl, to be rid of her very distress, heedless of gossip, rises; this rising, to do what? Though dwelling in my mind, the gem that needs no washing, the dweller at Kazhumalam, in his hand held the bearer of the axe: if it is that she came having seen him, there is no blame at all indeed.