அஞ்சரத் தான்பொடி யாய்விழத் தீவிழித் தன்புசெய்வோர்நெஞ்சரத் தாழ்வுகந் தோர்கச்சி ஏகம்பர் நீள்கயிலைக்குஞ்சரத் தாழ்வரை வீழநுங் கொம்புய்யக் கும்பமூழ்கும்வெஞ்சரத் தாரன வோவல்ல வோவிவ் வியன்முரசே.
In plain words
He looked fire, and the god of the lovely arrows fell as ash. He is Kanchi's Ēkampar, who delights to dwell in the pool of the hearts of those who love him. On his tall Kailāsa, cruel arrows sank into the brow of an elephant, so that it fell on the mountain slope and your flowering bough was saved. This broad drum now sounding: is it his, the man of those cruel arrows, or is it not?
Line by line
So that he of the lovely flower arrows fell as ash, he who looked fire; of those who love, delighting to dwell in the pool of the heart, Kanchi's Ēkampar; of tall Kailāsa the elephant falling on the mountain slope, your bough saved, into the brow-globe sinking of the one with the cruel arrows, or not, is this broad drum?