தனமிட் டுமைதழு வத்தழும் புற்றவர் தம்மடியார்மனம்விட் டகலா மதிற்கச்சி ஏகம்பர் வான்கயிலைச்சினம்விட் டகலாக் களிறு வினாவியொர் சேயனையார்புனம்விட் டகலார் பகலாம் பொழுதும்நம் பூங்கொடியே.
In plain words
Umā pressed her breasts to him in her embrace, and he bore the scars. He is Ēkampar of walled Kanchi, who never leaves the minds of his servants. On his lofty Kailāsa, one like the Red God, asking after an elephant whose rage never leaves it, does not leave the millet field, even through the day, O our flowering creeper.
Line by line
Breasts pressing, as Umā embraced, he who took scars; his servants' minds he never leaves, Ēkampar of walled Kanchi; of lofty Kailāsa asking after an elephant that rage never leaves, one like the Red God does not leave the millet field, even through the daytime, O our flowering creeper.