புனங்குழை யாதென்று மென்தினை கொய்ததும் போகலுற்றகனங்குழை யாள்தற் பிரிய நமக்குறும் கையறவால்மனங்குழை யாவரும் கண்கனி பண்பல பாடுந்தொண்டர்இனங்குழை யாத்தொழும் ஏகம்பர் இக்கயி லாயத்துள்ளே.
In plain words
Saying the field will be fresh no more, they have cut the soft millet too, and the girl of the heavy earrings, about to go, parts from us. By that a helplessness comes upon us, here within this Kailāsa of Ēkampar, where his servants, their minds melting, singing many melodies that make their precious eyes run full, bow to him in throngs, melting.
Line by line
Saying the field will no more be fresh, and the soft millet cut too, about to go, she of the heavy earrings parting, there comes upon us helplessness; minds melting, singing many melodies that make the precious eyes run, the servants in throngs melting, bow to Ēkampar, within this Kailāsa.