Poem 11

உடைமணியின் ஓசைக் கொதுங்கி அரவம்படமொடுங்கப் பையவே சென்றங் கிடைமருதர்ஐயம் புகுவ தணியிழையார் மேல் அநங்கன்கையம் புகவேண்டிக் காண்.

In plain words

At the sound of the bells on the women's girdles the snake shrinks aside and draws in its hood, and slowly the Lord of Iṭaimarutu goes there. See: he enters for alms wanting the arrows of Kāma, the bodiless one, to fall from his hand upon the women with fine jewels.

Line by line

at the sound of the waist bells shrinking aside, the snake its hood drawing in, slowly indeed going there, the Lord of Iṭaimarutu his entering for alms is, upon the women of fine jewels, Anaṅgaṉ's hand arrows wishing to be shed; see.