ஒன்றினோ டொன்று சென்றுமுகில் தடவிஆடுகொடி நுடங்கும் பீடுகெழு மாளிகைதெய்வக் கம்மியர் கைம்முயன்று வகுத்தஓவநூல் செம்மைப் பூவியல் வீதிக்குயிலென மொழியும் மயிலியல் சாயல்மான்மற விழிக்கும் மானார் செல்வத்திடைமரு திடங்கொண் டிருந்தஎந்தைசுடர்மழு வலங்கொண் டிருந்த தோன்றல்ஆரணந் தொடராப் பூரணபுராணநாரணன் அறியாக் காரணக் கடவுள்சோதிச் சுடரொளி ஆதித் தனிப்பொருள்ஏக நாயக யோக நாயகயானொன் றுணர்த்துவ துளதே யான்முன்நனந்தலை யுலகத் தனந்த யோனியில்பிறந்துழிப் பிறவாது கறங்கெனச் சுழன்றுழித்தோற்றும் பொழுதின் ஈற்றுத் துன்பத்துயாயுறு துயரமும் யானுறு துயரமும்இறக்கும் பொழுதின் அறப்பெருந் துன்பமும்நீயல தறிகுநர் யாரே அதனால்யானினிப் பிறத்தல் ஆற்றேன் அஃதான்றுற்பவம் துடைத்தல் நிற்பிடித் தல்லதுபிறிதொரு நெறியின் இல்லையந் நெறிக்குவேண்டலும் வெறுத்தலும் ஆண்டொன்றிற் படராஉள்ளமொன் றுடைமை வேண்டும் அஃதன்றிஐம்புலன் ஏவல் ஆணைவழி நின்றுதானல தொன்றைத் தானென நினையும்இதுவென துள்ளம் ஆதலின் இதுகொடுநின்னை நினைப்ப தெங்ஙனம் முன்னம்கற்புணை யாகக் கடல்நீர் நீந்தினர்எற்பிற ருளரோ இறைவ கற்பம்கடத்தல்யான் பெறவும் வேண்டும் கடத்தற்குநினைத்தல்யான் பெறவும் வேண்டும் நினைத்தற்குநெஞ்சுநெறி நிற்கவும் வேண்டும் நஞ்சுபொதிஉரையெயிற் றுரகம் பூண்டகறைகெழு மிடற்றெங் கண்ணுத லோயே.
In plain words
Here the glorious mansions crowd one beside another, rise up and stroke the clouds, and the dancing flags on them sway. Here are streets lovely as flowers, laid out by divine craftsmen with the labour of their hands, true to the treatise of the painter's art. Here are women who speak like the cuckoo, who have the grace of the peacock, whose gaze makes the deer forget. My father, who took wealthy Iṭaimarutu for his place and stays there! Noble one, who stays with the shining axe held in your right hand! O full and ancient one, whom the Vedas cannot follow! God who are the cause, whom Nārāyaṇa does not know! Bright light of the radiant flame, primal and sole reality! O sole Lord, O Lord of yoga! I have one thing to make known to you. In times past, in this wide world, I was born in endless wombs, not born only where I had been born before but in every kind, whirling like a spinning top. At my coming forth, in the pain of delivery, there was the suffering my mother suffered and the suffering I suffered. At the time of dying there was the exceeding great pain. Who knows these but you? So I can no longer bear to be born. Besides that, there is no other path to wipe out birth than holding on to you. For that path, one needs a mind that runs out to nothing there, neither in desire nor in aversion. But this is my mind. It stands obedient to the commands and orders of the five senses, and it takes a thing that is not itself to be itself. Since my mind is this, how am I to think of you with it? Before now, has anyone but me swum the waters of the sea with a stone for a raft? O Lord, I must also win the crossing of the aeon. To cross it, I must also win the thinking of you. To think of you, the heart must also stand firm in the path. O our Lord with the eye on your brow and the stained throat, who wear the snake with whetted fangs full of poison!
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one with another, going up, stroking the clouds, glorious mansions where dancing flags sway, that divine artisans fashioned with the labour of their hands, by the perfection of the treatise on painting, flower-natured streets, speaking like the cuckoo, of peacock-like grace, gazing so that the deer forget, women, wealthy Iṭaimarutu taking as place, my father who stayed, the noble one who stayed holding the shining axe on the right, O full ancient one whom the Vedas do not follow, the causal God whom Nāraṇaṉ does not know, the bright light of the flame of radiance, the primal sole reality, O sole Lord, O Lord of yoga, I have one thing to make known indeed; I, formerly, in the broad-spaced world, in endless wombs, not being born only where I was born, whirling like a top, when I whirled, at the time of coming forth, in the pain of delivery, the suffering my mother suffered and the suffering I suffered, and at the time of dying, the exceeding great pain, who knows them other than you? Therefore I can no longer bear being born. Besides that, wiping out birth, except by holding you, is not by any other path; for that path desire and aversion, not spreading there to any one thing, having a mind is needed; other than that, standing by the bidding of the commands and orders of the five senses, thinking of a thing that is not itself as itself, this is my mind; since it is so, with this how is it to think of you? Formerly with a stone as raft, those who swam the waters of the sea, are there others besides me? O Lord, the aeon crossing, I must also gain; for crossing thinking, I must also gain; for thinking the heart must also stand in the path; poison-filled whetted-fanged snake, who wear, O our one with the brow eye and the stained throat.