Poem 15

அருளைத் தருகம்பர் அம்பொற் கயிலையுள் எம்மையர்அம்புஇருளைக் கரிமறிக் கும்மிவர் ஐயர் உறுத்தியெய்யவெருளக் கலைகணை தன்னொடும் போயின வில்லிமைக்குமருளைத் தருசொல்லி எங்கோ விலையுண்டிவ் வையகத்தே.

In plain words

On the lovely golden Kailāsa of Kampar, who gives grace, our elder brothers' arrows bring down the elephants dark as night. When this lord took aim and shot deep, the stag ran off in fright with his arrow. O you whose words bewilder, what price could such archery fetch anywhere in this world?

Line by line

On the lovely golden Kailāsa of Kampar who gives grace, our elder brothers' arrows bring down the elephants dark as darkness; this lord, taking aim to shoot deep, in fright the stag went off with the arrow; for such archery O you who speak words that bewilder, what price is there in this world?